“Yes. So did my sister, Augusta. She and her husband were traveling for the past three years.”

“Do you wish you could travel?” She tried to place his tone. It was somewhere between politeness and curiosity.

“I would like to visit Paris.” They performed a twirl. “I do not think I would like to be gone for a long amount of time. Do you wish to travel?”

He did not answer straightaway; after a few seconds, he said, “Yes. I believe I would. Not for a long period of time. But I’d like to have an opportunity to see something of the world, even if it is only another city in another country.”

“It would be difficult to be gone for more than a few months.” She had her charitable duties and, with any luck, a mine to see to.

“I agree.” They moved back into the starting position “Estates that run themselves do not do as well as ones who have more oversight.”

“That is what Worthington says. Although he encouraged my brother to go do what he was unable to do.” Eleanor had not realized until now just how selfless Matt had been. “Then again, he also watched over my brother’s interests for him.”

“I have to say that I greatly admire Worthington and your other brothers-in-law.” Montagu’s eyes caught hers and, as they twirled, her heart skipped a beat.

“Well.” Eleanor could not but smile when she thought about her sisters’ courtships. “They have become wonderful husbands and fathers, and good men.”

“I sense stories behind that remark.” He gave her a curious look. “Does it have something to do with what Worthington said at breakfast about Kenilworth?”

“That is part of it.” He had been paying more attention than she had given him credit for. “They all have their tales.”

“Perhaps it is like that with most couples. My sister and her husband have a short but interesting story as well.”

“They seem devoted to each other.” In love. Eleanor had noticed how they looked at each other.

Montagu seemed thoughtful. “I believe they are. I did not expect that from her.”

“What do you mean? Did she not want a love match?” What in the Lord’s name made her ask that question? This conversation was becoming much too personal.

“She never did.” He smiled at her again. “But I’m beginning to think that is what she got.”

Did that mean he had not wanted a love match but now thought he might? “Interesting.”

“It is, rather,” Montagu agreed. “One hears accountings of arranged matches that developed into love matches. Her match was not arranged.” He frowned. “Or it was, but by her.”

Eleanor was tempted to go into whoops. She could absolutely see Lady Lytton arranging her own match. Eleanor had to press her lips together to stop from laughing.