Page 117 of The Rogue's Last Scandal
“Where do you suppose my sister got her name?”
“Where do any of us get our names? I’d never thought about it.”
“Mother’s name was Felicity. She was a Papist, like her mother.”
“A Catholic?” She’d never thought to ask about their faith, assuming that they were like the Kingsleys, who’d insisted she must leave her Catholic faith behind. “And you, Charley?”
“We are all Anglican. Bakeley must be to take his seat in Lords when he inherits. For the rest of us, she said we must decide for ourselves when we are old enough.” He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Should you like to say our vows in front of a priest? I will change my faith for you.”
She blinked back sudden tears. “You would do that for me?”
It was what Papa had done out of love for her mother.
The Kingsleys had dragged her off for services at their church, but she had not been to a proper Mass since her mother was alive. But, surely, they had made their vows before the same God.
She did not think her mother would mind.
She shook her head. “Perhaps later.”
“And Reina?” he asked.
Reina. The sun was higher now. Her daughter was no doubt awake and having her breakfast. Graciela stood. “The padre in the village baptized her. She is Catholic. We shall decide this later, but for now,” she kissed him, “if Kincaid is not done, I shall dress and go and see her. Thank you for telling me what you have told me. It helps me to understand.”
His gaze was unreadable, but he rose, gathered his things, and kissed her back. “Later then.”
And then he was gone, and she wondered why he had not offered to come to the nursery with her.
