"Unless we like Bath or Brighton so well that we settle and never continue our journeying." "Come now, good fellow, you must return here. Sebastian is not nearly so clever as you, and certainly nowhere near so clever as your wife. The estate will eventually suffer at your absence. More important, you cannot deprive Severn's Well of its ghost and its madman all at once, can you?" Benjamin teased. "I suppose not." Gideon rattled the reins and clucked to the horses, setting them in motion. "There is the family reputation to keep up, after all," he called over his shoulder as the carriage rolled away from Greyleigh Manor. Benjamin laughed, and Elizabeth turned to wave one last time to Lorraine and Papa. She sighed happily when she turned to face forward once more, her husband of two days beside her. Gideon glanced at her. "I am glad we found your topaz ear-bobs. They suit your coloring and of course the dress." It was the same dress that Elizabeth had been married in, a sunny yellow one ordered from the Severn's Well modiste while Elizabeth had lived at Lady Sees's, awaiting Lorraine and Papa's arrival at Greyleigh Manor.
