“I see,” Helena replied measuredly. Charles always seemed to be in better spirits whenever he spoke of Miss Lestrange – which was certainly better than the strangled reluctance with which he had married Noelle – so she could hardly be opposed to the match, but his hesitation in asking her was telling. The particular Miss Lestrange in question was a seasoned debutante and, even Helena knew, was a highly desirable one so it would probably be prudent to get a move on before somebody else muscled in.
What was it that Charles was waiting for?
“Would you like me to find a ring from your grandmother’s collection?” Helena asked, a small smile growing on her face as she contemplated which of the treasures that had been passed to her by a woman long dead would be the most appropriate – and the most likely to impress a debutante of that calibre.
Miss Lestrange seemed the sort that would require impressing and Helena thought she ought to make the effort. Perhaps it was time to invite her for tea too?
What was it that Charles was waiting for?
“Would you like me to find a ring from your grandmother’s collection?” Helena asked, a small smile growing on her face as she contemplated which of the treasures that had been passed to her by a woman long dead would be the most appropriate – and the most likely to impress a debutante of that calibre.
Miss Lestrange seemed the sort that would require impressing and Helena thought she ought to make the effort. Perhaps it was time to invite her for tea too?