Page 21 of The Pleasure in Persuasion

“Well, that is…interesting.”

Peculiar was more like it, at least to Lily’s mind. But he seemed genuine in his desire to help, and she could think of no logical reason to refuse. After all, it was free labor.

“I think he is the sort of man who likes to be active,” she said, “and this will give him something to do.”

“Hm.”

Lily did not miss the skepticism in her grandmother’s voice, though she wasn’t entirely sure of its meaning. She refused to ask, however, for she was fairly certain she would not approve of the answer.

Of course, Gran never had required an invitation to share her opinions. She gave them away freely and with much enthusiasm.

“I think it’s more than that,” she said firmly. “I think he wants to get to know you better.”

Lily eyed her. “Whatever happened to your petition to match me with Mr. Carstairs?”

Gran waved a dismissive hand. “That was before I knew how strongly you disliked the man.”

“And now that you do know, it’s on to the next eligible gentleman, is that it?”

“You say that as if you believe I would accept just any man for my granddaughter’s husband.”

Lily lifted her brows as if to say, wouldn’t you?

Gran gave an offended huff. “In any case, Mr. Darrington is not just any man. He is your dearest friend’s brother and the brother of a viscount.”

“Be that as it may,” Lily said, somehow resisting the urge to roll her eyes, “I told you already that I have no desire to marry. I’m happy with the way things are.”

“Whatever you say, dear.” Her grandmother huffed out another sigh. “It’s a pity, though. He is a mighty handsome man.”

“So was Stephen.” The words slipped from Lily’s lips, low and bitter. “Besides, Mr. Darrington is only here for a short visit. His life is in London, not in Little Bilberry.”

“Lives often change, Lily,” Gran said with a gentle smile before returning to her work.

Lily sighed. No one knew better than she did how changeable—how fickle—life could be. And that was precisely why she preferred the safety of sameness.