She was right. But then, as if to prove her wrong after all, the sitting room door opened, and the elder Mrs. Teller stepped in, her face anxious.

“Amy, dear, has that awful woman gone—” She stopped, frowned, and then said, “Oh. It’s that handsome young man I was telling Edwin about. The one who came to call last evening.” Crossing the room with the aplomb of a duchess, she held out her hand. “How nice of you to come again.”

Amy said, “Gran . . .”

But Mrs. Teller was seating herself in the chair next to Rutledge and saying, “Are you staying for luncheon, Mr. . . .” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes were suddenly filled with tears. “I am so sorry. I can’t recall your name. I have troubles with names sometimes. It’s a terrible affliction, getting old.”

“Rutledge, Ian Rutledge,” he told her, omitting his title.

“Ah yes, Mr. Rutledge.” She smiled, the tears vanishing. “It’s so nice to see you again,” she repeated. “You’ve met Amy, I see. She’s my favorite granddaughter. Of course, I love Jenny as well. Everyone loves Jenny. Have you met Jenny? She’s Walter’s wife.”

“Do you have a granddaughter by the name of Florence? She was married to the man I was looking to find last night.” Amy was about to protest, but he glanced at her, warning her not to interfere. “The other Peter Teller.”

“There’s only one Peter, dear,” she told him. “Our Peter. A very brave man during the war, you know. Decorated and all that. But his leg is bad, he walks with a cane.”

“I was thinking perhaps that your son—Peter’s father—might have had a child. By someone else. And that son was also called Peter.”

“Peter’s father? Oh, no, dear, that’s not likely. The Teller men are extraordinarily faithful. It’s part of their charm. They love only once. Besides,” she said as she glanced at Amy’s stricken face, “it would be bad form to name a child on the wrong side of the blanket for one of your own. It brings bad luck, you see. Like a curse, you know. One of them will surely die.”

Rutledge’s eyes met Amy’s. “One of them has,” he said. “In the war.”

He stood up, adding, “I’ve taken enough of your time. I’d like to speak to Mr. Edwin Teller, if I may. And then I must go.”

Amy was on the point of saying that her husband was resting, when Mrs. Teller said brightly, “I saw him stepping into the study as I was coming here. Shall I take you to him?”

He accepted her offer and said a formal good-bye to Amy Teller, preventing her from following him to the study. “If there’s anything more you can think of that would be helpful, you know where to reach me.”