Lady Charlotte coughed softly, to cover up a laugh. “No, Mr. Gowrey, I’m afraid not,” she said. Lowering her voice as though sharing a secret, she added, “It was a far more painful experience.”
He’d meant to compliment the lady, and now he’d gone and made her think of an agonizing memory. He wanted to punch the silly boy who’d broken her heart. “Ah, lass… I’m sorry ye had yer heart broken.”
She removed her hand from his arm and stopped walking. “Oh, I didn’t have my heart broken, Mr. Gowrey. And, I’m sorry if I led you to believe I had.” Lady Charlotte closed her eyes, considering her next words. “During our first season, an unnamed gentleman asked me to dance and I refused him because I know of his reputation. In turn, he made some unkind comments about me to a group of single men. Thos
