It was Tilly who suggested the possibility that Charley’s lack of interest—which was a kind way of putting it, Charley barely registered their attentions—might be owing to a specific reason. Tilly intimated that the specific reason might come in the form of a specific young gentleman.
“Who, Tilly?” I asked.
Tilly did not know for certain, only that on the day that Charley had arrived back at Montrose, a young man had come to the door asking for a Miss Lottie Fairchild. He had been a polite, respectful, nice looking young man named Rhys Hadden from Chicago who had followed Miss Lottie Fairchild all the way to New York when she had left so suddenly and without notice. The Montrose butler Titus had been about to tell the young man that he was mistaken and must have come to the wrong address
