"My business finished more quickly than expected. I called on you at Berkeley Square not an hour ago, and your butler told me I could find you here. Lady Elinor was kind enough to allow me in without an invitation." His face was already tanned from riding in the summer sun.

"You are always welcome in my home, Mr. Hargreaves," our hostess said, clearly relieved to find a gentleman other than Mr. Berry paying attention to me. "Have you met Mr. Berry?"

"Yes, we spent some time together on the Continent this spring." This surprised me. In all the letters he'd sent to me in the past months, Colin had never once mentioned Mr. Berry, and Mr. Berry did not strike me as the sort of man with whom Colin would have much interest in spending time.

"Lady Elinor, would you show me where to find your claret cup?" Cécile asked, a sly smile forming on her lips.

"May I get some for you, Madame du Lac?" Colin asked.

"Non, merci, Monsieur Hargreaves. That would defeat my purpose entirely." She tapped his arm with her fan as she spoke before turning to Mr. Berry. "And you, sir, come with us. I'd like to hear more about your plans for France." Isabelle hung back for a moment, but a sharp glance from her mother spurred her to follow the group.

"I shall never be able to adequately thank Cécile for her continuing interest in leaving me alone with you," Colin said, kissing my hand again as soon as they had left us, "although I'd prefer a more private setting altogether. I should like nothing better than to take you in my arms."

"You wouldn't dare," I replied, half wishing that he would, my hand still warm where his lips had lingered. "But I suppose it's best not to cause a scandal this early in the Season. Are you free for dinner this evening?"

"Unfortunately not. I've a prior engagement."