85: Deliberation

Andrew wondered if Evelyn suspected anything that had happened, particularly when the train put into the station in Chicago and the Princes disembarked onto the platform. If she did, to her credit, she said nothing. He couldn’t imagine her approving of such vigilante punishment, even on her own behalf, had he told her directly. But he liked to imagine the cold mist in her eyes and the upward tick of one graceful brow was brought on by satisfaction at seeing Daniel Prince trailing along behind his wife and their luggage with a clearly pained gait.

Not that it mattered.

He’d do it again in an instant if it insured her safety. Like his intuition about the mood of the market, Andrew’s instinct about the foolish and disrespectful Daniel’s mood was crystal clear too. Undoubtedly, they’d encounter the Princes again somewhere in society. Whether Evelyn was officially his wife or not, regardless of her upbringing, she’d be treated with all the respect due her.

“Shall we see if there’s a chai