They alighted and James helped his father down. He then took Catherine’s hand and escorted her to the entrance. They left their outerwear with the servants and went into the parlor where they found Paul and his wife awaiting their arrival. “Roberts!” Paul boomed, a big grin on his face. “Come in, come in.” “Hello, Leed,” James returned. “Happy Christmas.” Michelle crossed quickly to where they stood and wrapped Catherine in a warm embrace. “Happy Christmas, Michelle,” Catherine said. “How are you feeling, sir?” Paul asked James’s father. “Just fine, my boy. Has your father arrived as yet?” Paul shook his head. “We expect him and Elizabeth shortly.” “Catherine, you look well.” Michelle tugged on her hand to bring her to one of the settees flanking the fireplace. “And that necklace! It’s exquisite.” Paul glanced over at his sister and let out a low whistle. “My God, brother.” He grinned at James. “That jewel would rival anything in my wife’s collection.”
