Eloise knew better than to hope he'd pull through on the sentiment. Linford's work would take over, Rosalind would need to be escorted around society, the bloody sky would fall, and she wouldn't be permitted to return home. The thought of it left her breathless, a gaping hole of longing as wide as a cannon's blast for a singular auburn mop of curls.

"Would you care for an evening stroll?" She offered. The sky was clear throughout her morning and afternoon with the children, so the stars should be shining in their glory. "I could have the boys dressed to accompany us if you'd like time with them as well."