“I am well aware, but the person who attempted to abduct me is in jail.”

“He is not the only one who can hurt you.”

Jane placed her napkin on her lap. “What do you mean by that?”

“There are some bad people afoot, and I intend to ensure that you are protected from the evils of this world.”

“I am well aware of the evils of the world.”

Baldwin huffed. “Even uttering such a ridiculous comment shows your naïvety,” he said.

“So, your intention is for me to remain hidden behind the walls of our townhouse?”

“Just for the time being.”

“Am I still able to go to the orphanage with Madalene?”

“No.”

“Whyever not?”

“The rookeries are not a safe place, especially at this time.”

“But you will still allow Madalene to go?”

Baldwin nodded. “Yes, but I will send along additional footmen to protect her.”

Jane eyed him suspiciously. “What is truly going on?”

“Nothing that you need to worry about.”

“I hate when you attempt to pacify me.”

“That is not what I am attempting to do.”

“But you admit that you know more than you are letting on.”

“I do.”

“When will you start trusting me?” Jane asked as she reached for her glass.

“It is not a matter of trust, but a matter of keeping you safe.”

“That is rubbish.”

“I am sorry that you feel that way.”

Jane found herself growing increasingly agitated as she turned her attention towards her food. Her brother had just admitted there was more going on, but he refused to divulge any information. Why was that, she wondered.

Pratt stepped into the parlor and met her gaze. “Lord Brinton is here to call upon you, milady,” he announced. “Are you available for callers?”

“I am,” she replied. “Will you show him to the drawing room?”

Pratt tipped his head in response before departing.

“You and Percy seem to be getting along nicely,” Baldwin commented.

“We are just friends,” she said as she placed her napkin onto her empty plate.