“We care for each other, certainly. We have been friends and neighbors since my birth,” Eugenia said. “I am sure you will hear, sooner or later, that he saved me from scandal.”
“Ah, then he is handsome and honorable. You are most fortunate, but do not mistake that he has fallen on his sword for you.”
Eugenia was watching Lady Catalina carefully.
“A man who is being forced to the altar does not look at his bride like Mr. Tinsley looks at you.”
“How did you become so wise?” Eugenia asked.
Lady Catalina laughed. “Through the making of many mistakes. But I did not recognize love until I saw it in Felix’s eyes. Your man looks at you in the same way.”
Graham turned away before they saw him staring and eavesdropping.
Eugenia seemed to be struck speechless. Bravo, Lady Catalina! Perhaps his future bride would realize the truth from someone else’s lips.
“Are we finished gathering these plants?” Lady Catalina asked.
“Oh, no. There is more!” Eugenia exclaimed, then proceeded to pronounce to the entire wood, “Now for the holly!” She began to lead them deeper into the wood.
With ten of them gathering, it did not take long to fill a second cart with holly and other green foliage. By the time they tramped back to the house, their cheeks were all bright red. The warmth inside the house was blissful, and the smell of spicy baking and wassail made every minute of being outside worth it.
Reluctantly, they shed their hats, coats, and gloves, and then they crowded around the fire.
Banks entered with a tray of warm gingerbread slices and Edmund instantly rubbed his hands together with glee.
Edmund handed one to Catalina. “Have you ever tried gingerbread?” Edmund asked. “It is delicious.”
“Now do you see what I mean?” Graham leaned over to murmur in Eugenia’s ear.
“I suppose Cook does make Edmund’s favorite goodies, but I do also enjoy gingerbread. Just as I like ices, he likes all biscuits.”
“I suppose that is so, but it will not stop me from ensuring you always have what your heart desires.”