Harriet emerged from the woods to see the ladies had stopped to rest. She joined them, admiring Melbourne House which was visible across the field.
“I was beginning to worry that I needed to come in search of you,” Frances said as she reached her side.
“The forest is wonderful,” Harriet said. “I took a moment to enjoy it.”
“Perhaps you and I can manage another walk tomorrow morning before breakfast,” Frances suggested quietly while the others talked among themselves.
“I’d like that.” Harriet studied her friend, noting her smile. “What has you in such good spirits this morning?”
Frances’ smile grew broader. “I received a reply.”
“Did you?” Harriet’s heart lurched. She’d forgotten about the message for a few moments and was uncertain whether she wanted to know what Joseph had replied. But she could tell Frances was anxious to share it with her. “What did he say?”
“That he looked forward to doing the same and would I provide a hint as to my identity.”
“How interesting. Have you written back?”
“Of course not. I need your help with that.”
Harriet sighed, her mood dimming. She wished she could refuse without harming their friendship. If only she hadn’t agreed to help until Frances shared the identity of the man who held her affection.
“Is everyone ready to return to the house?” Frances asked.
Harriet glanced at the woods and almost wished she could remain there for a little longer. But Frances looped her arm through hers and started forward. No doubt she was eager to write to Joseph again.
Within a half hour, they were back at the house and Frances had joined her in her bedroom once more. She handed Harriet a folded piece of paper, and Harriet reluctantly opened it.
Seeing the masculine scrawl and knowing who it came from caused her chest to tighten. His brief message was polite but encouraging.
She only wished it had been addressed to her.
“Very nice,” Harriet said as she handed it back to Frances. “How do you want to reply?”
“I have no idea. What do you think?”
Harriet didn’t bother saying that she should go speak with him since Frances wouldn’t consider doing that.
“Perhaps you could make this message a little more personal. Tell him something about yourself that wouldn’t give your identity away.”
“That’s perfect.” Frances’ brown eyes sparkled with excitement. “Such as what?”
Harriet tried to set aside her frustration and be of help. “Well, you could mention something about your appearance, or maybe some of your interests, like reading.”
It took another quarter of an hour before Frances had settled on what to write. By then, Harriet’s patience had worn thin.
“Will you take it to the library for me?” Frances asked.
“I’d rather not. What if someone sees me?”
“You were in there yesterday.”
“Weren’t you as well?”
Frances heaved a sigh. “I will find Sally and have her do it.”
“Good.”
“Or we could both go there.” Frances looked at her imploringly. “Would youpleasego with me?”