“I’ll talk to Cordelia,” Julien assured him. “But I think it would be best if you went home.”
“I should go in with you,” Leander protested.
“How gallant of you,” Julien teased, not wanting to let on how touched he was. “But she’s my aunt, after all. I’ll send a note to let you know when I’ll arrive to collect you for the opera.”
“But—”
“Trust me.” Julien bent to give him the softest of kisses. “She’s my aunt and I know how to deal with her.” That wasn’t entirely true, since he wasn’t sure how Cordelia was going to react to this situation.
“Are you certain?”
“I am.” Julien ushered him to the front door. “As much as I appreciate your concern, this is something I’d best deal with alone.”
Leander slipped on his coat and took his hat from Hudson, obviously reluctant, but unwilling to say anything in front of the butler.
Julien walked with him to his waiting coach. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Leander nodded, but didn’t look reassured as his climbed in.