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Anne could almost believe he was a gentleman. One whose coat was three years out of fashion, but a gentleman for all that.

“My aunt wishes to consult you.” Anne smiled. “You must have made an impression on her, though I cannot think why when she was in a dead faint most of the time.”

He looked as though he were about to laugh, but then he pulled himself together. “Miss Hemingford, are you bamming me?”

“Indeed, I am not. I would not presume on so short an acquaintance.”

He wondered if she would do so on a longer acquaintance, and he allowed himself to imagine them teasing each other, laughing together, happy in each other’s company. But, suddenly remembering Sophie, he brought himself back to reality.