Eleanor sank into one of the chairs in front of the desk. “I take it there will be stipulations.”

“Not many. In fact, only two. You must consult us along the way and not”—he cocked a brow—“visit the mine without us.”

“That is fair.” She raised a brow of her own. It was truly amazing how much a raised brow could convey. “I am aware of how dangerous mines can be. And I really cannot travel all that way without a chaperone.”

“It’s not just the area, Eleanor. Those managing the mines have been known to become violent.”

“I am aware of that as well. I understand they have—people—who make sure their orders are obeyed.” She wondered if that was who was after the Johnson family. “I agree to the terms. When will he send over the contract?”

“There is something else. Your mine will be not only a model but has the potential to upset those who do not want change.”

The incident with the man at the inn looking for Mrs. Johnson and her children came to mind. “Could I be in physical danger?”

“I wish I could tell you.” Lines creased Matt’s forehead. “Once you are able to institute your ideas, you must take care. I”—his lips formed a thin line—“as a matter of fact, I don’t want your name involved. But I don’t know if that is possible.”

She knew that other members of her family had crossed those who did not like their actions on behalf of others, and the rogues had attempted to harm them. Even though she was never alone when she left the house, Eleanor knew she would have to be more aware of her surroundings. She nodded. “I understand. Now, about the contract?”

Matt’s countenance cleared. “Herndon will have his solicitor send the document to my solicitor, who will, in turn, bring it to us.”

“As you know, I would like to hire one of the miners to take the place of whoever is managing the mine now. There is usually a leader the workers look up to. He would be the best person. My only problem is discovering who that man is.” Eleanor wished she could see the mine herself. “I also need to know what the conditions are.”

Matt tapped his fingers in a tattoo on the desk. “I can send my steward to look it over.” He glanced at her. “The only problem is, he knows nothing about mines.”

She sat up straighter as an idea came to her. “He can speak with Mrs. Johnson. She must certainly have some knowledge about how mines work.”

“That is an excellent idea.” He smiled at her. “Is there anything else?”

“Yes.” It was time to tell Matt her other plan. “Lord Montagu has taken in some refugees from the Cinderloo massacre. He also suffered the loss of many of his dependents from the influenza last winter. He is trying to train his new people, but he also needs farmers, for example. I thought of some of our families who have children who will not remain. I would like to make them offers of employment, as it were.” Matt stared at her as if he did not know what to think. “Is anything wrong? I was certain you would agree.”