“No.”
“Try them.”
He helped her to adjust them—and his hand touched her smooth warm cheek. He was conscious of her closeness, but gave no sign.
There was a little mirror above the mantel. “Look at yourself,” he said.
She tilted her head so that the jewels shook. The blue lights of the stones made her skin incandescent.
Frederick surveyed her critically. “You ought to have a more sophisticated gown. Silver brocade with a wisp of a train.”
“It changes me, doesn’t it? I am not sure that I like them.”
“I do. Edith has always wanted those earrings. But I won’t let her have them. I am saving them for—my wife.”
“You ought to have wives to wear them—like Solomon.”
“Do you mean that you are recommending it?”