All the gentlemen she met, and all the ones she had yet to meet; goodness! Henrietta took the notebook and flipped through the pages almost reverently, afraid to damage any of what Helga must have worked so hard to achieve. This must have been dozens of social engagements, all of the knowledge of all of the gentlemen all put into one careful pile.

"I wouldn't even know where to begin trying to ask," she admitted, cheeks flushing slightly. She read over one entry, then flipped to another and skimmed it as well. Then, she was struck by a frightful notion. "Is my brother in here?" she asked, horrified at the idea yet quite anxious to see what Helga might have written about him all the same.