SixteenThe talk was everything Rose could have hoped for. It was fascinating from both a general intellectual standpoint and an archaeological one. Rose loved hearing all that Lady Stanhope had endured on her journey to the Holy Land, even though it made her pine for her days out in the field.
It was odd that Lord Kirtland hadn’t been there, however. When Rose, Fungy and her father had first gone in, and when they exited after the talk, she’d looked about for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t say a word to either of her escorts, however, not believing that it would be polite to do so.
“Would you care to join me for a cup of coffee?” Fungy asked Rose and her father as they stood waiting for her father’s carriage.
“I would love to,” Rose answered.
“Not for me, thank you,” Lo
