“Well, now that has been settled, shall I send for tea? I believe it’s above a year since I last had the pleasure of seeing you.”
Matthias wasn’t about to force Lady Caver to endure his presence for the sake of courtesy. He was living proof of her husband’s enduring love for another woman. The Countess of Windstone had been the great love of the Marquis’ life—that was common knowledge. “You are very kind, but I’m afraid I have several other appointments today.” It was a lie, but it was for her own sake.
The smile she gave him was tinged with sadness, as if she knew he was lying and why. “I am sorry to hear that.” She rose again, and Matthias immediately stood as well. “Do call again when you can.”
“Thank you, my lady.” Matthias bowed again, then made his escape.12