Chapter Eighteen
~May 3~
“Ah, look, there is Lord Keppel,” Gwendolyn’s father said, not two minutes after they’d entered the Mortenson’s ball.
“Who is that, Mr. Sherman?” the duchess asked, looking in the direction he was indicating.
“He’s a friend of Lord Welles’. I met him at Powell’s not long ago,” her father explained.
“You don’t mean the older gentleman with His Lordship?” she asked, squinting her eyes a little.
“I do. Very nice fellow. Just the sort I want for my Gwendolyn.”
“Oh!” The surprise in the duchess’s voice was unmistakable. Gwendolyn nearly laughed but managed to bite down on her tongue just in time.
“Your Grace, shall we join the other ladies? I see them off to the side, there,” Gwendolyn said, looking in the other direction to Lord Keppel.
“Yes, yes, let’s do tha
