Chapter 8
“It is good of you to call,” murmured Rebecca Gilmore as she sipped her tea in the parlor of her home. She sat demurely on the couch.
Jonathan sat nervously across the room from her in a straight-backed chair. He also had a cup of tea. He was so nervous that he dared not raise the cup to drink, as he was sure he would spill the contents. His hands were shaking, making the cup rattle slightly even as it sat in its saucer.
He smiled weakly in response to her comment. He could think of nothing to say. He glanced to the window where Rebecca’s elder sister, Mary, was sitting with her needlework. He knew she was there as a chaperone. He laughed mentally at the thought. Rebecca’s virtue was as safe with him as with Mary herself. They continued to sit in awkward silence.
“Are things
