“Ah.” Haversham looked extremely solemn as he nodded. “Very good, my lord. I shall tell the staff to leave the room be until you say otherwise.”

“Thank you.” He smiled his relief and then steered around the man, eager to continue up the hall .

“Shall I tell Lady Christiana you are returned and will join the ladies and Lord Langley in the parlor soon?”

“Oh, no, that’s all right. I—Lord Langley, you say?” he interrupted himself to ask as the name registered in his head. Pausing again, he frowned back at the butler.

“Yes, my lord. He arrived some time ago asking to speak to her ladyship and has been cloistered in the parlor with her and her sisters for some time now.”

Richard felt his eyes narrow. “He has, has he? Well, yes, please tell her I shall join them shortly.”

“Very good, my lord.” The butler turned smartly and headed for the stairs, apparently to do just that.

Richard scowled after him, contemplating that Langley was here in his home, cloistered in the parlor with his wife and her sisters. And the man had asked for Christiana when he arrived. He’d also danced with her twice last night at the Landon ball , appearing very protective and caring of her as he did.

Richard hadn’t cared for it much at the time, but he liked it even less after spending the night with Christiana and deciding the marriage would continue.

She was his now and he wasn’t having Langley—

“For God’s sake, Richard. Are we going to stand here all day? This rug is heavy.”

“Oh, right,” he muttered and began to move again. The sooner they had taken care of George, the sooner he could get down to the parlor and let Langley know Christiana was his.

Chapter Ten

Langley was answering about the hundredth question from Suzette on Lord Woodrow’s character when Haversham cleared his throat, drawing their attention to his presence in the parlor doorway.

“Yes, Haversham?” Christiana asked as Langley paused in his answer.

“Lord Fairgrave has returned. He and Lord Woodrow shall be joining you here shortly, my lady.”

“Daniel ’s here?” Suzette asked.

“Yes, my lady,” Haversham said solemnly, and noting the way she was suddenly peering past him, added, “He is assisting his lordship in carrying something to the master bedroom.”

“Oh.” Suzette frowned, apparently not pleased with the news. Christiana noted that in an absentminded way, but her own thoughts were taken up with the announcement and what should be made of it. It was just so out of character for Dicky to have her informed of his return. He usually just appeared when he wished to, and disappeared just as abruptly without explaining anything. This was very thoughtful and completely unlike his behavior to date.

Realizing that the butler was waiting to be dismissed, Christiana murmured, “Thank you for relaying the message, Haversham.”

“Of course, my lady.” Haversham nodded solemnly and then turned to move away.

Christiana sighed and glanced back toward the others but her mind was in a bit of an uproar. Dicky was back. Richard, she reminded herself. He’d asked her last night to call him that and so she would.