"I want to know," Maxwell said. "Please...lady Huntington. You know why this is important, don't you?" Lady Huntington shot him a shrewd look, undoubtedly displeased by the idea.
"Stop calling me lady Huntington, Maxwell," She admonished. "I am your aunt. Aunty Elaine would suffice," Maxwell blinked, a little thrown, and blushed.
"My apologies," he murmured. "I am a bit out of habit, if you may," Lady Huntington snorted and nodded her head.
"Yes, canoodling with that old professor all the time would do that to you," She said snidely. "Why is he staying with you, again?"
Maxwell blinked and he searched for some excuse in his head. His aunt was a sharp woman after all, no matter how she appeared to be. And while she was very aware of the fact that he wasn't the duke's child, she wasn
