Julian looked gratified, while Harriette snorted in disagreement. “Then you ought to have sent her to me. Why, she is near to being on the shelf. A Season in London would cure that. I trust your son can look out for himself. Men have a tendency to do that.”
Katherine fought an urge to chuckle. “It would be lovely to visit you.”
“Later,” interposed Lord Ramsey. “For, you see, this coming Sunday the banns are to be read for us. We shall be wed in a month. I may bring her up to London for a new wardrobe in the next week or so, if she can leave the theater at the fair, that is. I trust you, Mr. Penn, and soon to be father-in-law and brother-in-law, as well, will not protest?”
Julian chuckled and shook his head. “What can I say, other than I wish her happy.”
Katherine reached for Philip’s hand, content to hold it and dream a little about the days when Gabriel and Belle would sail along the pond with a flock of goslings trailing behind them.
Why had she thought Philip frivolous? There was nothing superficial about him. Nor was the emotion she felt a mere trifling. She sighed in contentment and considered the plunge bath. She had much to enjoy. As though reading her thoughts, Philip squeezed her hand and whispered, “Later, my love.”
Copyright © 1991 by Doris Emily Hendrickson
Originally published by Signet
Electronically published in 2004 by Belgrave House/Regency Reads
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