In the weeks since their last meeting Caroline had formed an opinion of Mr. Evander Darrow as rather favorable. She felt she had taken his measure well during their last two meetings and while he wasn’t precisely what she had come to England looking for, she rather felt she might get on with him well. Perhaps even find some happiness in their marriage. He had flaws, after all what man did not, as she had seen from the boggart, but they weren’t insurmountable. Men could always be changed, influenced by those in their lives. Indeed she had rather hoped to see Mr. Darrow at one of the many holiday events that had taken place, but she had not. It was, therefore, rather exciting when she received his letter saying he would attend this dinner.

The evening had been pleasant and Caroline had spoken with him a bit, but knowing the contents of his letter, she had rather kept her distance. Appearing to be occupied in an amusing conversation, laughing for his benefit across the room, making sure that she kept his attention on her while she appeared elusive, until she reached the desired affect and he approached her. She had almost begun to doubt he would, wondering if perhaps she had played her game too well, but as she made to leave Mr. Darrow caught up to her.

“Oh!” Caroline affected delighted surprise as a maid slipped her cloak on. “I should very much like that, Mr. Darrow.” She gave him a charming smile, one just for him, knowing her chaperon wouldn’t mind in the least. Indeed it would be a small bit of adventure to walk the streets, a breath of fresh air was so rare in the winter months. It would also have the added benefit of another delightful conversation with Mr. Darrow. As he had said in his letter, even, the boggart incident.