Chapter 35

“No. Er…no. I wanted to apologize for my unforgivable behavior last evening, so I thought I’d do a little straightening.” She waved a hand to indicate the room.

“That’s kind of you. Thank you. I was going to do that myself.”

“Well, that’s saved you from doing woman’s work. I…er…was certain Miss St. Claire would be home alone.”

“Mrs. Pettigrew,” George corrected again. “I was a witness at the wedding.”

“I see. Of course, that’s what I meant to say.”

George wasn’t too sure about that.

“I made something as a luncheon for her. It was a good thing I did a little nosing around in the kitchen. As I suspected, the larder is bare. Men.” Her laugh was patronizing, even George could tell that.

“Papa sent me to fetch this for dinner.” He held up the duck, which was wrapped in butcher paper.

She cleared her throat. “I was sure Miss…Mrs. Pettigrew wouldn’t feel up to cooking—you knew she’s in a delicate condition, don’t you?”

“Yes. I’m going to be a big brother.”