“I am in the same position,” he confessed, “only the girl I’m in love with won’t have anything to say to me.”
Two pudgy little children suddenly deserted their attendant and rushed at Lady Mary. While she was returning their embraces, Jacob stood transfixed. So did the attendant.
“Miss Bultiwell!” he gasped.
“Jacob Pratt!”
Lady Mary looked up.
“So you two know one another?”
“Young lady I was just telling you about,” Jacob confided.
Lady Mary held out a hand to each of her small nieces.
“May I have the children for a few minutes, Miss Bultiwell, please?” she begged. “You come along with Mr. Pratt.”