No, but he’d shown care and concern here as he’d helped her up from the floor. As if he could read her thoughts, he looked in her direction, his eyes silently querying if she was all right.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For saving me.”
“It was my pleasure. I will gladly do it again. I am your ally, Miss Wingate.”
She hoped so, for she far preferred him in that role than as a foe. If she’d learned anything since coming to town, it was that having more people in her life was a good thing.
It was also just a little bit complicated.
Tobias reached for one last sheaf of papers to read before going to the Phoenix Club. Glancing at the clock, he wondered if he should go now. Or not go at all. It was getting late, and it had already been a long day with the queen’s drawing room.
He’d thought of Miss Wingate’s topple countless times. She’d seemed mortified, but by the time they’d reached the coach afterward, she was already laughing about it. He admired her sense of humor and ability to not take things—or herself—too seriously. It was a good reminder, for life with Tobias’s father had been nothing but serious.
Probably because the former earl had spent the bulk of his time immersed in his duties in the Lords. Tobias was finding it interesting so far, but he didn’t see himself becoming consumed by any of it. For better or worse, he enjoyed taking time for amusement and relaxation, which was why he’d go to the club tonight.
A gentle knock on the half-open door to his study caused him to look up.
Miss Wingate peeked her head past the edge of the door. “Am I troubling you?”
“Not at all, come in.” He stood from the desk and went to the hearth where a cheerful fire burned. “Shall we sit?”
“Oh, certainly, thank you.” She seemed mildly surprised.
“You look far more comfortable than earlier.” He hadn’t seen her since they’d returned from the drawing room. He’d taken dinner at Brooks’s with a few other gentlemen from one of his committees.
She glanced down, her hand smoothing over the spring-green skirt of her gown. “A thousand times more comfortable, yes.” She laughed softly before sitting in one of the armed chairs situated near the hearth. “It’s a shame to spend all that money on the court dress only to never wear it again.”
Tobias sat in the other chair opposite hers. “Unless you go to court again.”
Letting out a stark laugh, she shook her head. “I can’t imagine it.”
“Someday you may need to present your daughter.”
“I doubt that, but if that comes to pass, I shall hope the costume will have evolved into something far less dangerous.”
“You can at least wear the headdress again this Season,” Tobias noted. Or so Lady Pickering had indicated.
“Yes, I’m to remove one feather so it’s slightly different. I’m glad for that economy at least.” She straightened and again smoothed her hand over the skirt of her gown, skimming her lap.
Tobias hadn’t ever noted how long and slender her fingers were. “Did you ever play the pianoforte?”
“No, we didn’t have one.”
“Would you like to learn?”
She blinked at him. “I never considered it.”
“There isn’t one here, but I could have one brought from Deane Hall if that would please you.”
“Perhaps I ought to try playing one before you go to the trouble.”
“That’s probably a good idea. I’ll ask Lady Pickering if she has one.”
Miss Wingate nodded. “I wanted to thank you for the book on Ptolemy. I’ve only just started it, but I’m already fascinated.”
Tobias grinned, glad she was finding it interesting. “Wonderful. I look forward to discussing it with you.” He thought of Lord Gregory and how they would likely suit. Then she’d discuss Ptolemy with him. For some reason, Tobias found that mildly disappointing.
“I would like that.” She fidgeted with her gown, her fingers pinching the fabric on the side of her knee. “I wondered if I might, ah, ask you about an allowance.”
Surprised by her question, Tobias didn’t immediately respond. He supposed he should have thought of that. “Is this so you can make your own wagers?”
Miss Wingate’s eyes widened briefly, and dots of pink appeared in her cheeks. “No. I mean, perhaps. Don’t young ladies receive allowances?”
He’d meant it in jest, but since they’d argued about it, he realized he perhaps should not have. “Pin money, yes. I will determine a fair amount and see that you receive it tomorrow.”
She smiled as her shoulders dipped with relief. “I deeply appreciate your generosity. Truly.”
“It was my father’s intent that you enjoy the best Season possible. And that you marry well, of course.”
“I will always wonder as to the source of your father’s largesse. My impression from you is that he was not a kind man.”
“I am baffled by it too, and I admit a part of me could have very easily ignored his wishes just to spite him. However, I shouldn’t want you to suffer because of the enmity between my father and me.”
“Why were you at odds?”
Tobias exhaled and pressed his back against the chair. “I was always closer to my mother. She spent most of her time at Horethorne, her grandmother’s house in south Somerset. Before I went to school, that is where I spent most of my time as well.” He closed his eyes for a moment and saw the swing that hung from the oak in the park, smelled the grass and summer flowers, felt the rush of warm air as he flew through the air, and heard his mother’s laughter as she pushed him higher.
“You’re remembering something,” she noted softly.
He opened his eyes to find her watching him intently. “Yes. I miss my mother very much. Perhaps the closeness of our relationship was a stark contrast to what I
