He was dressed in the black satin coat and knee breeches that had replaced the colorful formal attire of Ruth’s youth, with the only break in severity being a starched white cravat. As he rose to greet her, it occurred to her that although he had been a rather plain boy, he had grown into a handsome man, lean and long-legged, with a hint of humor lying always behind his dark eyes. He nodded toward her now, smiling. “So, Aunt Ruth,” he began, “we have received Albert de Lisle’s initial sortie and have successfully repulsed it, I understand.” Her eyebrows rose. “Have we, indeed? I wonder. That is, I am unsure of his effect on Sophie. Does she accept his nonsensical tale? His delivery was so false and theatrical, I cannot believe that anyone with an ounce of sense . . . But Sophie is such a kindhearted little thing, I fear she may have swallowed his farradiddle and become re-enamored of him, which I cannot like.” “Nor I,” he said. “However, if she truly loves him . .
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