concerned about the possibility of not seeing her this morning, this oversight about an invitation could not be his doing. “I believe you have met my good friend, Miss Markham.”
“Indeed we have just met inside.” He swept off his bicorne hat and greeted Elizabeth with an elegant bow. “Miss Markham.”
“Captain—” Elizabeth lifted her chin “—I should not wish to scold you, but the omission of your kinswoman from the list of those invited to the ball in your honor is beyond—”
“What?” Thomas stared at Dinah, his eyebrows rising sharply. “Of course you were invited. I gave your name to Governor Tonyn’s secretary.” Now those strong black eyebrows bent into a stormy frown. “I shall investigate the matter and see it set to right. In fact, I shall escort you to the event myself.” He blinked, as if surprised by his own words.
The crowd buzzed and hummed around them, but Dinah could not discern their words. A wave of heat began to surge up her neck and she quickly inhaled to stop it. She had never blushed in her life and would not begin to do so now.
“I thank you, my good kinsman.” She raised her voice slightly for the benefit of their audience. “Now, if you will excuse me…” A quick glance down the lane revealed Anne and Artemis well on their way home.
Thomas followed her gaze, and his frown deepened. “My dear sister-in-law, may I escort you home? I should like to speak to Mr. Hussey on a matter of some importance.”
He offered his arm, and Dinah set her gloved hand on his forearm, grateful for his gesture and for his familial address. That should prevent gossip. Or so she hoped.
They took their leave of Elizabeth, and the crowd dispersed, as if understanding they had been dismissed.
And now Dinah had only to contend with her giddy heart, which seemed to have a mind of its own regarding Thomas Moberly.
Chapter Six
As Thomas escorted Dinah away from the throng, his emotions warred within him. That Hussey fellow deserved a good thrashing for leaving a young lady to see herself home. Yet Thomas could not deny he welcomed the opportunity to serve in that capacity himself…not to mention he was relieved to escape the crowd of churchgoers who behaved as if they had never before seen an officer in His Majesty’s navy. An oddity, to be sure, since he understood that the two other frigate captains and their officers also frequented St. Peter’s. Today, their ships were on patrol, as his would be in another week.
Thomas wondered whether the gaggle of matchmaking mothers had pushed forth their daughters for introductions to the other captains. Whether gentlemen clamored for their attention and promised all sorts of diversions from hunting to billiards. What madness! It was all he could do not to laugh out loud at these colonials. While he might be admired in London Society, at least the ladies there exhibited a bit more decorum.
He glanced down at his companion and saw her pursed lips just below her hat brim. It was too much. Suddenly lighthearted, he chuckled at the absurdity. Dinah tilted her head prettily, peered up at him and released her own musical laughter.
“Am I to assume,” he said, “this is not the usual Sunday morning in St. Augustine?”
Her merriment increased until her brown eyes watered. “Oh, no. Well, perhaps our citizenry grows a bit more…lively whenever a new regimental officer arrives.” She wiped away a tear and shook her head. “So you can imagine how they respond to the rare arrival of new naval officers.”
“Unlike yourself.” He meant to tease her, but his tone sounded wrong in his ears, more an accusation. More the way he would speak to an insubordinate sailor.
Suddenly sober, she gazed up at him, and he steeled himself to hear an affirmation of his ill-spoken words. But she did not speak for several moments as they continued down the narrow street.
“Tell me, Captain,” she said at last, “do you enjoy discussions regarding religion?”
Surprised, but glad for the change of subject, he considered the question. “When I was a lad, my family did not speak of our faith, but we attended services without fail. One is expected to set an example whether as the son of a nobleman or as an officer in the military.” He paused, hoping his reference to being wellborn did not sound arrogant. “Until I met your good brother, I do not recall ever having a deep conversation about religion with anyone.”
Her lovely smile returned, and her eyes shone with pride. “Jamie is rather bold about such matters, is he not?”
“He is, much to his credit. My brother Robert and I have both benefitted by his concern for our souls.” And their eldest brother, Lord Bennington, as well, although the newly-elevated earl might not acknowledge it.
“And of course Frederick and Marianne.” Her eyebrows rose.
“Marianne has always been a woman of faith.”
“Yes, she is much like Anne.” She was silent for a moment, but her thoughtful expression kept him from speaking. “You do not mention Frederick.”
“Mmm.” He would not burden her with his fraternal discord. If their planned trip to Bennington Plantation became a reality, she would soon enough see how things stood between his younger brother and him, a thought that did not sit well on his mind.
“Mmm,” she echoed, but her voice and expression held no censure, which Thomas found refreshing, reassuring.
They walked in companionable silence for several moments. At least Thomas hoped she felt as relaxed as he did. The day was fair, if hot, but a few shady oaks and breezes from the ocean gave them intermittent respite from the sun’s rays.
She leaned into his arm in a sociable way but seemed unaware of her own movement. “My purpose in opening the subject of religion is that Reverend Kennedy’s sermon caused me to think. We all require grace ex tended to us. And as we wish to receive it when we err, so should we extend it to those who have offended us.”
He regarded her with interest. “Wise words, Miss Templeton.” The young lady was not only beautiful, but astute as well. As he had assumed during the service, her mind had been on spiritual matters, not the matchmaking schemes that seemed to emanate from some of the other girls.
They neared the whitewashed coquina walls that surrounded her house, and his anger reignited at the thought of seeing Hussey again. “Of course there is a difference between personal affronts and breaking the law. One cannot extend grace to miscreants or any man not doing his duty.”
She questioned him with a frown. “No, of course not. Do you speak of someone in particular?”
Thomas stared over the five-and-a-half-foot barrier that protected the courtyard to see Hussey stride from the house like a preening peacock.
“Ah, there you are, Miss Templeton. Why, Captain Moberly, how good to see you—” Hussey released the iron latch and swung the door inward.
Thomas did not pass through and saw to his satisfaction that his companion hesitated, too. “I cannot return the compliment, sirrah. What do you mean by leaving Miss Templeton at the church to find her way home unescorted?” He heard her soft gasp beside him, but he would not permit her to protect this toad, who now stared at him with mouth agape.
“B-but, sir, this is St.
