“When you are well enough, I hope you will accept an invitation to a dinner party I intend to give. Normally, it would be a ball, but I know how you feel about those.”
Leander smiled at Lady Carysfort’s pronouncement. “I will be glad to accept, but I don’t know when I’ll be able.”
“Kit—that is, Dearborne.” Although Daisy had adapted with surprising ease to her new position as Countess of Dearborne, she still had difficulty remembering that referring to one’s husband by his nickname simply wasn’t done in front of others. “Feels that Leander still isn’t well enough to leave the house. He is even reluctant to let him go out for a carriage ride.”
“Not even a carriage ride?” Lord Carysfort said skeptically. “Dearborne is very cautious. You look fit enough to me.”
Leander didn’t say that he
