“I liked him very much when I met him at your wedding.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. It was kind of your family to attend. I remember what a busy time of year that was for Lord John.”
“I always envied Nigel. I thought he was a very fortunate man to have won you.”
“We were fortunate to have run into each other.”
“Portia, may I…may I call on you the next time I’m in the States?” he asked. “Just to take you to dinner, or perhaps a show?”
“All right, Jack.” I did enjoy his company, even though I’d never been attracted to him. “Do that.” 18
We lost Mother the following year. We were all at her bedside, even Quinton, whose “travels” had been cut short when we realized how ill she was.
Mother had been fading in and out of consciousness, but at the last, she opened her eyes, gazed at Jefferson, and smiled. “Albert.”
And then she was gone.