Nathaniel and Julian stayed with Concordia throughout the morning, until Capshaw had no more need of her. Once at the door of Willow Cottage, however, Nathaniel sent the hovering Julian on his way.
“Thanks, Reynolds, dear fellow, but Concordia and I have family matters to discuss. I’m sure you have affairs of your own to attend to. Good-bye.”
Concordia suppressed a laugh at the look on Julian’s face as Nathaniel closed the door on him. “I wish I could manage that,” she said. But she felt sorry for him, too. After all, Julian had only wanted to help.
“I don’t doubt it,” he answered. “He’s an agreeable fellow, and certainly useful in an emergency, but he can be most persistent.”
“What was Julian doing at the chapel to begin with? Was this last night?” she asked.
Nathaniel pursed
