Chapter Twelve
Once again he had been dismissed by the chit, Reath chuckled to himself. What was it about this girl that she felt she could simply dismiss him out of hand? He had never in his life experienced such treatment from a woman.
It was bad enough that he was being tittered over by silly empty-headed girls like Miss Pendleton, but he was used to such behavior. Being the son of a viscount, he’d frequently been fawned over and flattered by young misses on the prowl for a husband. Miss Whately knew nothing of such things, thank goodness. She spoke her mind, repeated back her American republican teachings, and cared not a whit for title or inheritance. She was a breath of fresh air in a closed room.
It was distinctly odd, however, that she’d never been taught how to go on in societ
