“Mr. Fotheringay-Phipps? Oh, that’s right. You are good friends with Fungy, aren’t you?” Aunt Deanna asked, her color coming back a touch.
“We were at school together,” he nodded.
“And Lord Merrick. How is his mother? I meant to pay a call on her today, but Lady Morely did chatter on so.”
“From what I hear, she is doing quite well.”
“Oh, good. I am glad to hear it.” She paused. Her eyebrows knitted together. “And you are certain you wish to escort my cousin to the ball?” she confirmed.
Lord Reath’s smile grew, but there seemed to be a calculated look in his eye. “Absolutely, Lady Darlington.”
She looked at Lord Reath for a moment as she made up her mind. “Well… I imagine that your friends were quite right, then. I, er, thank you, my lord, for your generosity.”
He bowed. “It will be
