My lady’s finger wavered and stopped, and her hand tucked itself away into his.

“That is not a nice joke, Miles.”

He laughed, and tweaked one of her curls.

“Sure, and did ye not ask for it, asthore?”

“Of course I did not. But about Jack, dear⁠—”

“I thought it was about Jack?”

“Miles, will you be quiet and attend?”

“Yes, m’dear.”

“Very well, then. As I have told you, I drove over to Littledean yesterday afternoon, and made the acquaintance of the Miss Beauleighs.”

“And what did ye think of them?”