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room, which boasted a long table that could easily seat sixteen people. Helen was not accustomed to such extravagance, since her own family manor was of modest means. Neither was she accustomed to al the house servants who worked around the clock to make sure the family had all they needed.
    No, she wasn't accustomed to such a lifestyle, but she knew North was. This was apparent only to her as she watched him walk into the room without so much as blinking at the expensively carved furnishings or the heavy blue brocade-and…satin drapes framing the ten large windows in the room. The only thing that caused him to pause was when he noticed the large cloth-covered fan above the table that was framed in the same carvings as the table and chairs. Attached to the fan was a blue satin cord that ran along the high ceiling al the way to the corner, where a smal child was pul ing it, causing the fan to swoosh back and forth, creating a breeze.
    "Remarkable" was the only comment North made as he seated himself by Mrs.
    Baumgartner and across from Helen. There was a smattering of smal talk as they were served their first course, and Helen noticed North was clever enough to keep the conversation off himself by inquiring about the plantation and Mr.
    Baumgartner's plans for it. Under normal circumstances, it might have been enough; however, North had never dealt with Imogene Baumgartner.
    "Oh, enough about business! You must tel us about yourself, Reverend. I quite expected you to have a Scottish dialect and am curious as to why you do not,"
    she voiced, interrupting the gentlemen's conversation.
    Helen could actual y see the nervous sweat start to bead on North's brow as he paused before answering. "I was raised in England but spent summers with my family in Scotland. I later moved there, but my accent was already established,"
    he answered, parroting the explanation she'd given him earlier.
    . ' And what town were you from in England?" she persisted.
    North glanced briefly her way, and Helen could see the rising panic in his eyes.
    He had no idea where he was from, and Helen scrambled for a way to answer for him. Her only problem was that by saying the name of Northingshire, it might make him remember suddenly who he was. So she thought of the town next to it. .
    "Lanchester, isn't it? In County Durham? I believe you mentioned that town when we last saw one another," she blurted out, and from the odd looks by the Baumgartners, she knew her answering for him in such a forceful manner seemed quite odd. But North adeptly smoothed the awkward moment, as would anyone used to handling al manner of social affairs. ' Yes, I used to cal Lanchester home. Excel ent memory, Miss Nichols," ·he answered easily. Helen was amazed that, though he couldn't remember his own name, he stil acted like the nobleman he actual y was. Helen prayed his answers would satisfy Mrs.
    Baumgartner, but to no avail. ' And your parents, are they stil living?" Imogene asked. Once again, his panicked gaze flew to Helen, and once again, she intervened. "Oh, I meant to tel you how sorry I am that I was not able to attend your father's funeral." Helen looked at Mrs. Baumgartner, who she noticed was looking a little put out by her interruptions, and added, "It was influenza. His mother, however, stil lives in Scotland." North seemed to be digesting what she'd just said, and Helen had to add one more lie she would have to beg forgiveness for later. In truth, she didn't know how his father had died. She only knew he'd become duke at the age often. North's panic was now curiosity as he looked in her direction, and she could tel he was trying to remember what she'd told him.
    "Real y, Helen!" Mrs. Baumgartner scolded, causing both of them to look to her.
    "I real y think that the Reverend Campbel can answer my questions himself"
    "I'm sorry, ma'am," Helen apologized as she forced herself to look contrite. In truth, she was just plain stressed by the position she'd put both North