Julie Klassen Quote

And that love letter you wrote, Rowan added helpfully. Signing it with another chap’s name. Emma Smallwood’s eyes widened, and she turned to look at him, brows high. Henry felt his neck heat. His cravat seemed suddenly far too tight. That’s right, Phillip nodded as the memory returned to him. Pugsworth, was it not? Julian grinned at Miss Smallwood, clearly enjoying himself. Did you really think this Pugsworth fellow in love with you? Heaven help him, Henry hoped she wouldn’t burst into disillusioned tears. Not all these years later. And not over Milton Pugsworth. But Miss Smallwood remained her imperturbable self. Goodness no, she said. For all his faults, Mr. Pugsworth spelled exceptionally well and had the neatest hand I ever saw. Your brother, on the other hand, never did learn to spell. And I recognized his sloppy scratchings the moment I saw them. Phillip gave her a long look of amused approval. Bravo, Emma.