Chapter Ten
“Miss Benton! Miss Benton!” a woman’s voice called from the walkway.
Archer’s companion looked over. “Oh! Bee! Bel!” Miss Benton called out and waved. She seemed extremely relieved at the interruption.
The women she was waving to had Archer taking a second look. They were identical twins, each walking with a gentleman on their arm. He remembered them from Lady Sorrell’s home the previous afternoon. Archer hadn’t had a chance to be introduced to them then, however.
As they drew up abreast of her friends, they both pulled their mounts to a standstill.
“Good afternoon, Lord Conway, Lord St. Vincent,” Miss Benton called out.
Her friends came to the rail to say hello.
“Do you know Mr. Fitzwalter?” Miss Benton said, introducing him.
He doffed his hat. “Good afternoon.”
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