“I suspect he’s worn-out at the end of the day after giving most of his patience to his workers at the construction site,” he said. “But your efforts are commendable, Mrs. Bennett. Learning a new skill, any skill, is always a challenge.”

The blush in her cheeks began fading. She seemed truly grateful for his words. He’d complimented numerous ladies, but the praise had always been flirtatious, light and teasing, and women had taken the admiration as their due.

“Get settled and we’ll begin work shortly,” Miss Trewlove said.

With a duck of her head, Mrs. Bennett scuttled past Matthew. How did she follow a recipe book? She couldn’t. Her only choice was to cook whatever her mother or a relation or a friend had taught her, remembering every ingredient, every measurement. He couldn’t help but be impressed that she managed not only her household but his. “She was embarrassed by my presence,” he said quietly.

“People fear being mocked, berated, or belittled for not possessing skills that others take for granted.”

“You give them pride.”

“We give them the ability to read. Within these walls we provide a place where they are not judged. Some people learn quickly, others not so fast. We make sure they never feel ashamed—even if they don’t master the skill.”

“And if I’m like her husband and haven’t the patience for it?”

She smiled softly. “Then I’ll have misjudged you.”

She hadn’t. Not if his enthralled attention was any indication.

Another new student arrived. Based on his wariness as he studied his surroundings like a trapped animal searching for an escape, she suspected he was recently released from prison. In which case, her brother Finn had sent him. Although it had been years since he’d been incarcerated, he tended to offer help to those who needed it when they were set free. He joined Mr. Tittlefitz’s group.

Three more current students—two men and a woman—joined her circle. They took turns reading aloud, the others following the story along in their primers. When one of them blundered, she’d gently nudge the lady or gent toward the correct word, helping to sound it out. Although on a couple of occasions, she’d lost her place and stumbled, and Mr. Sommersby had been the one to assist her. It was disconcerting having him so near, sitting beside her, facing the students.