Tristan was frankly astonished when they made it back to London without incident. He had fully expected them to be caught, followed, challenged, but none of these things occurred. They had an uneventful journey, and got the children settled in his London town house without a problem.
His butler, Henderson, was eyeing them with some misgiving as they stood in the calm of his study.
“How are your skills with young children, Henderson?”
“Non-existent, my lord,” Henderson said, and offered a small bow.
“Could you procure clothing for them that would befit nephews and a niece of mine?”
Henderson blinked. Slowly. “Of course. Ah, nephews and a niece, my lord?”
“Indeed. Distant branch of the family, fallen on hard times and needed a rescuer, so I stepped into the breach.”
“I see.”
Tristan
