“To introduce them?” Blackstone quirked his lips.
Leander felt his cheeks burning. “For anyone to feel indebted. I didn’t mean to imply—”
“Julien, do stop teasing him,” the lady chastised.
Blackstone acquiesced with a slight bow in her direction. “Lady Penelope, may I present the new Earl of Dearborne? Lord Dearborne, these are my good friends, Viscount Seaforth and his fiancée, Lady Penelope Archer.”
“I heard Mr. Sutton say you were looking for Lanzelet,” Lady Penelope said. “Would that be the work by von Zatizikhoven?”
“Yes, of course,” Leander replied, impressed by the ease with which she rattled off the name.
“I have a translation I would be glad to lend you until you acquire your own copy.”
It took a moment for Leander to find his voice. “Thank you, Lady Penelope.”
“It’s the least I can do. What was the other work? A novella?”