Chapter Thirteen
As they neared her home after their walk, Elizabeth turned to smile at her companion. “Thank you so much for a lovely walk, Mr. Aldridge. I don’t know if it did my reputation any good, but it certainly did a great deal toward lightening my mood.”
“Well, I am very glad to hear that,” he said. He paused for a moment, looking at something beyond her. “It looks like someone else is determined to make you happy as well.”
Elizabeth turned to see a footman approaching her door, carrying a bouquet of flowers. She frowned and turned back to Mr. Aldridge. “Actually, that is just the opposite, I’m afraid. Those are from Lord Rogan. He sends me a bouquet every single day, and every single day I throw them into the gutter.”
“Rogan? But isn’t that the fellow who—”
“Yes, it is. I do
