Chapter Sixteen
“Because, as I say, it is John’s secret as well,” Lady Welles said. “He confided in me—he tells me everything and always has. He’s such a sweet boy! The only thing he’s never told me about is his, er, liaisons, but I completely understand. I mean who would tell his mother—”
“Lady Welles,” Daniel interrupted her.
“Oh, please call me Ann. We are friends now, are we not?”
He smiled at her. “Yes. We are good friends. But you were going to tell me something about my daughter, and I find that I’m rather curious as to what you were going to say. Please don’t keep me in suspense any longer.”
She giggled. “I’m so sorry. Of course!” She looked up at him, her sweet smile still lighting up her eyes. “You know that John has taken Lydia out driving a number of times and even danced
