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asking. She drank some sherry and turned to Sophie. “All
right. I’ll help you, but I’m going to help you find a gentleman
who at least has a title and is wealthy.”
    “ Thank you!”
    Agatha almost dropped her drink when
Sophie gave her a big hug. She quickly set her glass down and
returned her sister’s hug. “Don’t thank me until you’re
married.”
    “ All right. I won’t.” She
jumped off the settee. “And thank you again!”
    Sighing, Agatha rose to her feet. “When
is the next ball you’ve been invited to?”
    “ Saturday.”
    “ Who is giving the
ball?”
    “ Lord Clement.”
    Agatha nodded. “I’ll come by to pick
you up.”
    She hugged her again. “Oh, thank
you!”
    “ You’ve already thanked me
twice.” Agatha pulled away from her and patted her
shoulders.
    “ I’ll see you
Saturday!”
    Sophie turned to run out of the room,
her face glowing with expectation. Well, at least Sophie was no
longer crying. She really needed to get a hold on her emotions. It
wasn’t healthy for a lady to be so apparent with her feelings.
Pushing all thoughts of her sister aside, she turned her attention
to her writing.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Christopher arrived at his friend’s
townhouse the night of the dinner party. Tonight, he’d get a chance
to talk to Lady Richfield. He’d carefully thought through a list of
topics that might interest a lady and was confident that one of
them would appeal to her. He took a deep breath in an effort to
settle his nerves, but it didn’t work. There was no doubt about it.
He was excited about seeing her again, and nothing he did would
ease the nervous energy coursing through his body. No lady had
affected him like this before. What was it about her that made her
different?
    That was something he couldn’t answer,
at least not until he got to know her better. For now, he’d have to
settle for knowing that she was his siren, the one lady who cast a
spell over him. He stopped in front of the door and adjusted his
cravat. Bracing himself for the evening, he knocked on the door and
waited for the footman to answer it.
    When he did, Christopher smiled. “Lord
Edon has invited me to his dinner party.”
    “ Yes, Mister Robinson. He’s
expecting you.”
    After Christopher handed the footman
his hat and gloves, the butler led him to the drawing room where
seven people were laughing. He saw Lord Roderick was there and
grimaced. Lord Roderick had taken sadistic pleasure in making him
clean stalls a while back, and Christopher still had a hard time
making eye contact with the gentleman. Lord Roderick’s wife,
however, was a completely different matter. She was quite pleasant.
Too bad for her she ended up with someone as miserable as her
husband.
    His gaze went to Mr. and Mrs. Morris
then to Ethan’s wife and Ethan’s mother before finally settling on
the object of his interest—Lady Richfield. Lady Richfield was, by
far, the loveliest lady in the room. He smiled and bowed as the
butler announced his arrival to the group. Once the butler left, he
found a chair near Lady Richfield and sat down, his heart racing at
being so close to her. He guessed she was a year or two older than
him, but the age difference was minor enough where it wasn’t
noticeable. He rather fancied a lady who had more experience than
him anyway. Who knew what fun she could teach him?
    As the butler introduced him to the
group, his friend Ethan came down the hall, followed by his
scowling father-in-law, the Duke of Rumsey. Christopher wanted to
offer a word of encouragement to his friend, but Ethan instructed
the butler to show everyone to the dining room.
    Christopher turned his attention to
Lady Richfield. When she looked in his direction, he smiled,
thinking she got lovelier and lovelier every time he saw her. Just
as he opened his mouth to offer to be her escort, she hurried over
to the duke.
    Before he could intervene, Ethan’s
mother approached him. “It’s good to see you again. I