Grace opened her mouth to argue, but promptly closed it. There was no point, not when a servant or sibling could come strolling into the sitting room at any time. It had been an awful long time since anyone had asked if she wanted more tea, so no doubt they would come sooner rather than later!
He agreed to follow her, and now she was faced with a new obstacle: getting him out of the house without being seen in the light of day. She was not so worried about kicking him to the streets; plenty of gentleman made calls to the homes on their streets... though far less stumbled out the door with a bruise on their face. Well, nothing could be perfect, she supposed. It was better than the alternatives.
She grabbed at the sleeve of his coat, making sure to avoid the muscle that lie beneath, and tugged him towards the room's exit. Grace had once mourned the Greengrass family's move to Bartonburg, but she could not imagine leading a gentleman through their more sizable country home. This home was sill spacious, but definitely more compact—they would have to traverse less than fifty feet before they reached the exit.
"You must be quiet. Please," she whispered, being forced to stand uncomfortably close to him as she peeked out of the room and into the corridors. Merlin had spared her after all, at least for now: the halls were empty. She looked up at him, at his striking blue eyes and the nasty bruise that she would not soon forget, and then stepped with him into the hallway. She pointed down one of the halls in silence, hoping he would have the sense to follow the most basic directions.
He agreed to follow her, and now she was faced with a new obstacle: getting him out of the house without being seen in the light of day. She was not so worried about kicking him to the streets; plenty of gentleman made calls to the homes on their streets... though far less stumbled out the door with a bruise on their face. Well, nothing could be perfect, she supposed. It was better than the alternatives.
She grabbed at the sleeve of his coat, making sure to avoid the muscle that lie beneath, and tugged him towards the room's exit. Grace had once mourned the Greengrass family's move to Bartonburg, but she could not imagine leading a gentleman through their more sizable country home. This home was sill spacious, but definitely more compact—they would have to traverse less than fifty feet before they reached the exit.
"You must be quiet. Please," she whispered, being forced to stand uncomfortably close to him as she peeked out of the room and into the corridors. Merlin had spared her after all, at least for now: the halls were empty. She looked up at him, at his striking blue eyes and the nasty bruise that she would not soon forget, and then stepped with him into the hallway. She pointed down one of the halls in silence, hoping he would have the sense to follow the most basic directions.
