Eastwood was clearly puzzled and hadn’t a clue what she might be implying. Hilaria blinked, suddenly amused by the entire thing. She was forced to appreciate his efforts to understand her when she couldn’t claim to understand herself. It took considerable effort to keep her grin within bounds.
“That is where it is kept usually. You’re quite right. I should have been using my time to that end. But at least I now have it in my possession, in my bedchamber, and will be sure to examine it on the morrow.”
“I’m fairly certain you already know what it will contain.”
“Perhaps. But it is always best to see it in black and white, clearly written. There will be no excuse for confusion then.”
Eastwood smiled. “I am again reminded that you are a strange one, my lady. Now tell me, is our scheme having any success for you?”
“It would seem that there is a degree of success even though there have not yet been any applications for my hand from my father.” She paused for a moment, allowing her gaze to scan over Eastwood’s shoulder. “And we are certainly drawing plenty of attention. But I cannot say if that is supporting your plans or mine.”
“Perhaps both,” he suggested quietly.