get his cow to give milk.
Despite his confusion, he seemed relaxed and content. . Because of his confession, there was nothing keeping him from hiding his interest in her. There was nothing keeping him from smiling at her and looking at her as though she was the roost important person to him.
But that doesn't make it right, said a tiny voice, which she knew was the conviction of God nudging at her heart. He deserved to know who he was. His cousins deserved to know that their family member was stil alive and wel .
"Shal we begin again?" he asked, breaking her from her musings. "Perhaps if we three put our heads together, we can figure out how to milk this cow." Laughing, Helen agreed, and so did Josie. Of course, the younger girl was up for anything that kept her from her lessons.
For about an hour, they worked on the poor cow. They final y got some milk out of her, but Helen had a strong suspicion that it was because the animal got tired of their pul ing and prodding!
The difficult part, however, was dodging North's probing questions and her trying to answer without actual y lying. "So Christina is married to a man named Nicholas who is a former soldier?" He repeated what she'd just told him, and Helen could tel that he was trying to see if the names were familiar to him.
"Nicholas and Christina are the Earl and Countess of Kenswick, you know," Josie informed him, much to Helen's dismay. She'd forgotten al about tel ing her of them. She quickly looked at North to see if he recognized any of these names.
North's brow furrowed as he stood up from his seat by the cow. "They're nobility?" he asked curiously, and Helen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief that his thoughts had taken a different direction from what she imagined he was thinking.
"Yes," Helen affirmed as she walked over to the chickens and finished gathering their eggs. "Christina is only a vicar's daughter, but Nicholas fel in love with her despite the ton's objections."
'~, you tel the story with a wistful sound in your voice," he said with a grin. "I gather you thought the whole affair was sentimental and romantic."
She handed the eggs over to Josie, who ran out of the barn to take them to the house. ' As a matter of fact, I did," she answered with a raised brow, chal enging him to say something against her romanticism.
"I'l bet when the censure came from England's society and his family, it did not feel quite as romantic as they dreamed it would be. Marrying against one's own class can cause a great deal of heartache for al involved." He stopped and blinked. "Wel , I say! I don't know where that little insight came from!" he retorted with a chuckle.
Helen laughed in return, but it was a hol ow gesture. If he felt that way now, he'd stil hold to those convictions once he got his memory back, she realized.
Perhaps North, as a duke, didn't want to shake up his life unnecessarily whether it was for love or not.
"I don't think that particular thing is something we have to worry about, do you?"
he teased, but she could see the interest for her burning in his gaze as he looked at her. How she wished things could always be as they were now.
"We'd better get this milk stored to keep it cold," she said instead of answering his question.
If she thought North would not notice her evasiveness, she was wrong. &, he picked up the bucket of milk, he gave her a long look that let her know she would not be able to avoid his questions forever.
Chapter 5
A loud knock awoke North the next morning, and with a jolt, he was sitting up in his bed, scrambling to get his bearings. His bleary eyes scanned the room, and he noticed that it wasn't even light outside yet.
Who in the world would be out at this early hour? Where were his servants, and why weren't they doing something about the loud noise?
Bit by bit, the fog of sleepiness lifted, and he remembered where he was. He remembered who he was ...at least he remembered who everyone told him he was.
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