Chapter Thirteen
“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” his friend said with a broad smile.
“Were you looking for me?” Christopher asked, surprised.
“I was, actually. I wanted to be sure you were all right. Your footman couldn’t tell me your whereabouts, but I thought I’d come by here for a quick nip before retiring for the night. I’m glad I did,” Colburne said, taking the seat opposite.
“I do not generally keep my household constantly appraised of my movements, no. Why wouldn’t I be all right?” Christopher responded, a little confused.
“Lady Moreton was concerned about you, that’s all. She said that you’d told her you would try to attend the Ladies’ Wagering Whist Society get-together this evening.” Colburne raised his hand to wave down a footman, but then realized he was seated in t
