I lifted the fan out of the box carefully, realizing the sticks which I’d broken last night were somehow mended now.

“You fixed my fan!”

Lord Windham smiled then, a true, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. Then he said with a wink, “Of course. I broke it, didn’t I, Miss Delacourt?”

I gaped at him. “I didn’t notice you taking it.”

Lord Windham’s eyes glittered with what almost looked like ill humor. “No, but how could you? You were too wrapped up in Viscount Dubois to notice me. Consequently, those are some beautiful flowers he sent you, Miss Delacourt. Quite puts mine to shame, actually.” He nodded derisively at the red roses on the table.

I looked at Candace, who still stood by my bed, a look of complete and utter bemusement writ upon her countenance.

“Candace, did Viscount Dubois send me flowers?”

“Aye – I mean – yes, miss. The loveliest arrangement of lilies. Unfortunately, it was too large to fit in your room, so we had to place it in the foyer. Let me go and fetch you the card.”