Sadie came down the hallway. “Mr. Flynn’s carriage is waiting.”
Flynn got to his feet and helped Mrs. Wells out of her chair. “’Tis past time we were leaving.”
Letitia Wells gave Concordia a worried glance. “Are the Capshaws all right?”
Concordia smiled. “Actually, it’s good news. I’ll explain tomorrow.”
Mrs. Wells nodded in relief and followed Flynn into the hallway, where he retrieved his hat and walking stick from the coat rack. Concordia heard him mutter “’Twould be a shame if we’ve missed the contralto,” to her mother, as he draped her shawl over her shoulders. He glanced through the open door of the study and paused, taking in the sight of the group seated by the fire: Miss Hamilton, Capshaw, and Sophia, with a very grimy Eli fast asleep in her lap.
“Robert? What’s wrong?” Mrs.
