Samuel took to Henry and his enthusiasm for life, for fun and laughter, and her heart swelled knowing that at least in some small measure, Henry would be a part of the boy’s life, if not as his known father, but at least as the custodian of him. It was not what she’d wanted, but under the circumstances it was all that was possible and, should Henry know the truth, Elizabeth was sure he would understand. Someday… They had traveled back to London together, not taking any heed of the fact. No more would she be scrutinized by the ton and their law or by Riddledale. They would gain the letter back and be done with the blaggard so Henry and she could live the life that should always have been theirs. The night of Lord Riddledale’s ball for his sister’s coming out was one the ton would never forget. His lordship had outdone himself to please his sister and promote to the ton that he was a marquis to be reckoned with. The room was lit with hundreds of wax candles in gold and silver chandeliers that cast an abundance of light on the guests below, their jewels and gowns sparkling like hundreds of stars.
