Caroline wished she could pout like a small child denied a sweet when he told her they should return. But it was the sensible thing to do. She knew that. Knew that he was looking out for them by ending their meeting like this. Giving his hand one last gentle squeeze, he allowed him to place her hand on his arm. "There's only one I'm looking forward to." She told him earnestly.

"I should like that very much." No longer would they need to coordinate events to attend at the same time, feverish letters sent in a flurry of anticipation to see what events each who attend. Instead it would be replaced with the simple anticipation of looking forward to simply seeing Evander without all the planning.