He smiled a little ruefully. “Do you think so?”
“I know it. Only if you let them, and you will not.”
“Now I come to consider it,” he remarked, “even my uncle would not expect me to take my tutor with me on my honeymoon! Harriet, I think we should go to Paris! We could have the most diverting time! Should you care for it?”
“Yes, of all things,” she said, looking tenderly at him. “But first we must provide for Belinda!”
“So we must! I was forgetting about her. How vexatious it is! Are you sure you do not mind having her to stay with you until I have found Mudgley?”
“No, indeed!” she assured him.
He looked a little doubtful. “Yes, but I have just bethought me of your grandmother. What shall you tell her?”
“I shall tell her the truth,” Harriet replied. “For, recollect, she already knows that that horrid Lady Boscastle saw you in Hitchin with Belinda! And, if you do not very much object to it, Gilly, I shall tell her about your adventures, because I think she will be very much amused, and pleased.” She smiled a little. “Grandmama is not at all like Mama, you know, and she has been saying to me that although she likes you very well she would like you better still if you were not so very conformable and well-behaved! Of course I shall not tell her about Matthew! And I daresay she would like you to bring Tom to visit her, for she dearly loves anything that makes her laugh. She will be in whoops when she hears of the backward-race! I wonder, will he get into mischief here?”
“My God, I hope not!” exclaimed the Duke. “Perhaps I had best go back to the Pelican, for if he comes home from the theatre and does not find me heaven alone knows what he may take it into his head to do!”
“Perhaps you had,” Harriet said regretfully. “And I must go back to the drawing-room, or people will begin to wonder. Grandmama will let me bring her carriage to fetch Belinda in the morning. What shall you do then? Do you mean to remove to Cheyney?”