Chapter Twelve
“I beg your pardon?” Christopher turned around, stepping away from the light spilling from the windows.
“You’ve been standing out here for a few minutes. I was wondering if you were going in,” the gentleman said. In the dark of the night, he was almost difficult to see. He had a darker complexion and was dressed all in black. Only his bright white teeth, shirt, and neckcloth were clearly visible.
“Oh, er, no,” Christopher said, making up his mind in a split second. “No,” he said more firmly.
“Can’t say that I’m eager to do so myself. Something about the air this evening. Usually I love a party. All the gossip, the company, the ladies.” He gave a little chuckle. “Somehow tonight, I’d rather… not.”
“As you can see, I’m not exactly eager either,” Christopher admitted.
“I’
