Page 57 of The Duke's Impossible Deal
“He has a lot of business to tend to, and I wanted to have you all to myself for an evening.” Rowen pulled them both into a hug. “I am not used to seeing so little of you.”
“You see us at meal times,” Alistair pointed out.
“I just like to know what is going on with you.” Rowen looked at each of them. “Why don’t you tell me a little about your lessons?”
“They are interesting,” Georgie said, but she did not elaborate. “Our tutors know a lot.”
“That is good.”
Considering their wages, I certainly hope they are knowledgeable.
Rowen looked at Alistair. “And are there lessons you enjoy more than others?”
Alistair shrugged. “They are all important.”
Rowen waited for him to say more, but he did not. Instead, silence settled over the carriage, interrupted by the clip-clop of the horse’s hooves and the trundle of the carriage wheels on the road.
She searched for something to say. She was not used to her children not bombarding her with thoughts and questions. Usually, she struggled to get a word in.
“Are you looking forward to the play?” she asked.
“Yes.” Georgie was kicking her legs back and forth.
“And you, Alistair?”
“Of course.” Alistair ran a hand through his hair.
Rowen swallowed, trying not to let her worry show on her face.
The carriage drew to a halt, and they were bundled out and met by a steward. The man gave them a low bow and guided them to a beautiful private box.
Rowen managed not to gasp as she stepped into it. It had been a long time since she had been to the theater, and she had never been able to afford a box with a view as good as this.
“And will Your Grace require any refreshments? We have a selection of cakes, fruits, and of course, tea, coffee, and even hot chocolate. Or perhaps you would like some wine?” The steward stood with his hands behind his back.
Rowen expected the twins to spring into action, each placing an order, but they were silent. She looked at them and smiledencouragingly. When they did not speak, she turned to the steward and asked for a selection of cakes and a pot of hot chocolate.
“Of course, Your Grace. That will be three guineas and four.” The steward held out a gloved hand.
Rowen balked at the price, but then she handed the money over.
The steward smiled and disappeared.
Rowen turned to face the children, who were clambering into the thick, cushioned chairs.
“This will be a nice treat, will it not? A whole box just for us! And look at the view. You will be able to see everything.” Her tone was light and cheery. “And we will not have to worry about wax dripping on us like that awful time at the Swan. Do you remember?”
Georgie nodded, swinging her legs back and forth as she glanced out at the stage. “No one can stand in my way.”
Rowen frowned at her daughter’s flat tone. “Are you feeling unwell?”
“Why would you ask that? Do I look unwell?” Georgie’s eyes widened as she turned to face her. “I am fine.”
“I am just worried. You are usually so talkative and enthusiastic, and yet the two of you have scarcely said more than a few words this evening.” Rowen leaned towards her children. “If you are not feeling well, we can go home so you can rest.”
“I do not need to rest. I am strong and healthy.” Georgie shifted and looked away.
Rowen’s frown deepened. “Perhaps we need to change some of your lessons, if you are too tired to enjoy your favorite play?—”
