Chapter Seven
IT WAS NOT well done of you, my lord. What was poor Teresa to think when you did not come yesterday evening?”
Teresa froze, her hand lightly resting on the door knob. Her aunt’s stern voice carried clearly through the partly open door.
“I will repeat my apologies to Miss Seton, Lady Swinborne, but as I told you, it could not be helped.” Richard sounded tired, as if this was not the first, or perhaps even second, time he had apologized.
“I should think that a proposal of marriage would take precedence over anything.”
“Lady Swinborne, I have told you, it was an important matter which required my immediate attention.“ The tone of his voice told Teresa that he was beginning to lose his patience.
The floorboard under Teresa creaked as she shifted her weight. They would have
