“That might have been broached better,” Harper acknowledged.

“Doubtless,” Solwen agreed.

The pair had abandoned the narrow lane for a broader, upmarket avenue. Solwen hadn’t the faintest idea why the conversation seemed to have turned from minstrelsy to matrimony, but as it had, she preferred that it be continued in a setting more befitting the subject than did a street one step up from a back alley. Primellon Boulevard hadn’t been far, and would do. Lined with expensive shops and pretty trees. A good place to walk with the beau you’d known for perhaps a quarter-hour, all told.

The improvement in scenery placing her on firmer footing, Solwen made bold to say, “Rather soon to be thinking of me in that way, isn’t it, sir? I mean, one might grant that w...

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