“Papa, he’s a good and honorable man. He used to help with Lord Ashford’s garden before the townhouse was sold.”
“Kathryn, you’re young and don’t understand the ways of men. This Mr. Clifford is only after your dowry.”
“No, you’re wrong, Papa. Don’t you see? I’ve finally found someone who sees me and loves me for who I am, not what I could bring a large dowry to a marriage.”
“Hrrump, I will speak with him before I give you my decision. Now leave me to finish my brandy in peace.”
Kathryn kissed her father’s cheek. “Thank you, Papa. Good night, Mama.”
As she and Easton left the room, they could hear their parents still talking as they closed the door.
“Do you think Papa will agree?” Kathryn asked.
“I do. You know Father—he must rage a bit before he comes to an answer. If the answer had been an unconditional no, he would have said so and wouldn’t have wanted to meet with Mr. Clifford. I think it was a good idea to talk to Mother first.”
“I do pray you’re correct. Thank you for your help, but now I must go find Mr. Clifford and tell him he’s to meet with Papa.”
Easton took hold of her arm. “No, Kathryn. Not tonight. It’s late, and you should retire for the evening. Be patient, dear sister. I have a good feeling about this.”
Kathryn nodded. “I’ll try. Thank you again for your help. I love you. Good night.”
Easton kissed her forehead. “And I you. Good night, sister.”