‘That was hoydenish!’ ‘How so? I thought I was perfectly polite.’ ‘You called him a rake and told him that your aunt did not think him a suitable acquaintance.’ ‘All of which is true.’ ‘Yes, but you don’t say so!’ Olympia turned to look up at him, slightly exasperated. ‘Oh don’t be such a fusty creature Lucien St James. He was not in the least offended.’ ‘No,’ Luc agreed bitterly, ‘but I’ll tell you what he was. Interested.’ Olympia arched an eyebrow. She had been feeling much better ever since the arrival of her brother. With Jasper in tow, she and Aunt Flora had come along to the fete fully expecting to have a good time. She had been anxious to find Luc, knowing that she had been rather short with him earlier in the day and keen to make amends. He had called around at Martin Street with an olive branch, after all and she had been less than agreeable. So she had been delighted to spot him in among the crowd. It had been rather a treat meeting the wicked Lord Howe but now it seemed Luc disapproved of the exchange.
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