Chapter Fifteen
“It was very kind of you to take Miss Ayres for a promenade the other night at the ball,” Lydia said after John had made the difficult transition from the street to Rotten Row amongst the throng of equipages driving around the park.
He acknowledged her comment with a nod. “It wasn’t difficult. She’s a very nice young lady. I can see why you’re friends with her.”
Lydia gave him a bright smile. “She is sweet, isn’t she?”
Strangely enough, the entire evening had been an excellent one for John. It was extremely unusual for him to feel so pleased with an evening as he had after he’d gone home to his bed after that ball. He’d done as he’d promised and paid court to Lydia, he’d spoken to some interesting people, and he’d even come away with a lovely diamond ring. There was on
