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of nursemaid and chaperone.” She sighed.
    “No, do not begrudge your grandmother her role. Your father is correct. And her presence here sends a message.” Madame Necker nodded in approval.
    Sophie was young and unspoilt. “What message?”
    “That you are not to be trifled with, my dear. That’s an important message. Monsieur Gauvreau was quite correct in sending her. Your father cares for you and your reputation.”
    Sophie nodded. “Yes, I see what you mean, though I would never tarnish our family name.”
    “Of course you would not!” Madame Necker smiled and patted the younger woman’s hand.
    “Tell her, Mother! Tell her about the second one,” Germaine interjected impatiently.
    Sophie looked confused. “The second one?”
    “ Oui . Germaine thinks you are kindred spirits. Apparently there is another pamphlet from Monsieur Unknown.”
    “Indeed?” Sophie’s eyes brightened.
    “Yes. This one is more brash than the first and more passionate. Although I have not read it myself,” she said.
    “Does that shock you?” Sophie asked.
    Madame Necker’s laugh rang out so loudly that several people turned to her. “Shock me?”
    “Mother is a celebrated salonist and has some of the most intellectual people join her. She doesn’t shock easily, Sophie,” Germaine said, jumping to her mother’s defense.
    “No, ma petite . I am not shocked. No. I would say I am,” she paused for the right word, “intrigued.”
    Sophie felt a tingle in her body and knew true excitement in that moment. People of influence were reading her pamphlet. What would others say? Madame Necker, who was very esteemed, was intrigued. That must be a good thing, she told herself.
    “Let us get some tea and cakes.” Germaine pulled Sophie with her just as several people entered the tent.
    Sophie immediately recognized the Duke, dressed in a mint jacket and waistcoat and tan breeches. But several other men who had entered with him had their backs to the women. Dorset greeted several people before he caught sight of the auburn-haired beauty and her boisterous friend.
    He came forward smiling. “Mademoiselle Gauvreau.” His French accent was precise, though she knew it to be his second language.
    Sophie smiled that he had remembered her name. “ Monsieur .”
    He kissed the back of her hand and did the same with Germaine. “Mademoiselle Necker.”
    Germaine greeted him with a nod and smile, but was eager to visit the sweets table.
    “I am so pleased that you have consented to join our little cricket game today.” Dorset’s eyes assessed Sophie boldly, taking in the trim waist, high breasts and sweet oval face. Her hazel eyes and auburn hair created a lovely picture.
    “It was kind of you to invite me,” she allowed.
    Dorset was no stranger to women, but this young woman was an intoxication of youth and innocence, and he wanted her. He saw the other two men moving forward, speaking together, and motioned them over.
    “Allow me to introduce Andrew Holland and Etienne Pousson. Gentlemen, this is Germaine Necker and Sophie Gauvreau.”
    Everyone said their hellos, though Germaine was disappointed that the Duke’s secretary was not among the gentlemen.
    “We were just going to the sweets table and also to get a cup of tea,” Sophie explained.
    The entire group moved to the sweets table, and Dorset continued to watch Sophie carefully. She held herself in a regal manner and he had already decided that she would be his next conquest.
    “Would you pleasure me with a dinner one evening?” Dorset asked Sophie, his voice low and quiet while Germaine’s attention was elsewhere, taking the selection of a pastry very seriously.
    Andrew took the opportunity to tease Germaine about Sebastian’s absence as he knew the young woman had a crush on his friend. Etienne had moved away from the group.
    “I would be delighted, Monsieur. I am sure I can speak for my grandmother that we would both enjoy such an evening in your company,” she