“Perfect.” He jumped up from his seat. “She is waiting in the carriage. When I told her who I was about to meet, she wouldn’t stay at home.”

“Oh,” was the only thing Diana managed to say. Lady Yolten had wanted to meet her?

Lord Yolten practically skipped out the door. There went a man who enjoyed pleasing his wife.

Diana smiled and stared at the door for a moment. It wasn’t often that she saw a man so openly happy in marriage. Nate was, almost disgustingly so. He and Grace lived in a world built for the two of them, and neither of them could have been happier.

“Did he just say he is bringing his wife in here?” Mrs. Oliver asked. “A lady?”

“We are both ladies, and we are here.”

“You know what I mean. Do we have any tea we could offer her?” Mrs. Oliver asked.

Tea? Why hadn’t she thought of that? They had tea but only three cups. They had never entertained at the office. Occasionally, she had offered tea to business contacts who had stayed for over an hour, but that happened rarely enough that they were completely unprepared for a social visit in the office.

“No, don’t worry about tea. That isn’t why they came.”

“Why did they come?”

Diana fumbled with the pen at her desk. She couldn’t tell Mrs. Oliver that she had invited Lord Yolten because Lady Yolten had had a scandal with Lord Bryant. Mrs. Oliver had been eyeing her warily ever since she found out Diana had been using Lord Bryant and his reputation to help her in her business. It would only get worse if Mrs. Oliver discovered she was investigating his past relationships. “I had a few questions for Lord Yolten. I didn’t realize he would bring his wife.”

Diana quickly moved Lord Bryant’s chair next to the one in front of her desk, then stood, smoothing down her skirts, until the door chimed.

Lady Yolten was stunning. Lord Bryant certainly knew beauty when he saw it. She had dark hair like Diana, but that was where the similarities stopped. Lady Yolten was petite like a flower, one that didn’t seem to belong in the harsh climate of London. Her eyes caught Diana’s, then demurely looked down.

Diana stepped forward. “Lady Yolten, what a pleasure to have you here.”

Those downcast eyes flashed back to Diana’s, a spark she hadn’t noticed before almost bursting from them. “I’m so pleased to meet you, Miss Barton.” Lady Yolten dropped her husband’s hand and rushed forward. “I’ve heard whisperings of you running this business by yourself and have wanted to meet you ever since. I hope you don’t mind me coming with Yolty.”

Yolty? Diana checked for Lord Yolten’s reaction, but he was smiling at his wife. So . . . not quite as demure as Diana had first thought. After meeting Miss Paynter and hearing of Lady Emily, she had assumed Lord Bryant preferred quiet women. She should have known better. Lord Bryant obviously seemed to prefer a variety of women. He had made no secret about it. She should have believed him.