expecting?â
She smiled delightedly. âYes, thank you. That was very well done.â
Her companion entered the room and glanced around before saying, âOh, my dear Miss Spencer-Jones, there you are. Iâve been looking all over for you. You really should not be wandering around the inn by yourself, even if it is very respectable. And the common room, no, no, no. It is not at all the thing. You must remember youâre in England now.â
A pained expression passed briefly over Miss Spencer-Jonesâs face, before she turned to greet the older woman. âMrs. Wickham, I was merely thanking the gentleman for helping us today.â
Mrs. Wickham smiled distractedly. âOh, I see, very proper Iâm sure, but not in the common room.â She bobbed a curtsey to him. âMost kind of you.â
Harry bowed. âAs I was telling Miss Spencer-Jones, it was my pleasure.â
Miss Spencer-Jones looked down at his half-eaten meal. âWe mustnât keep you. Come along, Mrs. Wickham. We mustnât keep the gentleman from his dinner. Sir, perhaps we shall meet again.â
Harry bowed. âIf our paths cross.â
The ladies left, and he resumed eating, barely noticing his now tepid food. She was pretty and seemed nice, but it was much too soon. He closed his eyes and saw his dead wifeâs smiling face. His heart contracted. The food now tasted like ash. Harry finished his meal and remained in the bar for a while longer. He ordered a pint of the innâs own ale and watched the other customers come and go. After a while, it occurred to him that he made a point of studying people.
Harry was on his way to the stairs when he heard Miss Spencer-Jonesâs voice. âMr. Reynolds, you may not join us. I have no wish for your company.â
âBut Emma . . .â
âI have not given you leave to use my name, sir. Please go.â
Harry sighed. He had enough problems without inserting himself into something that was no bread and butter of his. Still, he couldnât allow this Reynolds fellow, whoever he was, to accost Miss Spencer-Jones. âExcuse me, might I be of help?â
She smiled gratefully. âOh, thank you. I was just telling this gentleman that we do not wish his company.â
Harry met the manâs gaze and raised a brow. âIf the lady says she doesnât want your company, you should leave.â
âLook here now,â Reynolds said. âI donât know you, and youâve no business sticking your nose in where it ainât wanted. Just leave us be.â
Harry fixed the manâs swarthy face with a hard look. âThe lady has asked for my assistance. Take yourself off, or Iâll have the landlord remove you.â
Heâd not used that tone of command before, but it felt comfortable.
âI have a room here.â Mr. Reynolds stiffened.
âNot for long, you wonât,â Harry said firmly. âI canât think the landlord would want a man in his house who threatens ladies. The choice is yours. You can either leave Miss Spencer-Jones alone, or youâll leave this inn. Which is it to be?â
Reynolds clenched his fists.
âI wouldnât if I were you. Iâm quite handy with my fives.â Where that knowledge came from, Harry didnât know. Only that it was true.
Reynolds made a low guttural sound. âVery well, Iâll leave. Iâd better not see you around again.â He stalked off.
Harry asked Miss Spencer-Jones, âWhere did you meet him?â
Sheâd been watching Reynolds depart and turned to Harry. âHe was on the ship on which we journeyed from the West Indies. I tried to keep my distance, but he kept pressing his attentions. I thought once we landed, Iâd be free of him.â
âItâs unfortunate he doesnât seem to be able to take a hint,â Harry said. âI suggest you arrange to leave early in the morning and keep as good a pace