Having listened to what the man had said, Rebecca smiled, "I believe my husband has mentioned you."

“Favourably, I can only hope!” smiled the man, who seemed well versed in etiquette but a little stiff in having to exercise it. Indeed, Mr Orr was in a powerful position in the town and used to minions bowing and scraping to him, not the other way round. However, his demure and sweet looking young daughter had him well and truly wrapped around her little finger, and he would have turned cartwheels in front of Mrs Wentworth had Anaesthesia desired it.

“Thank you for the invitation.  Although I can’t speak for my son as I am not sure if he will be in town on the day as he works at Lost Lake Ranch.  As you would know that is some distance from town but I will be sure to give it to him the next time I see him which should be in a day or two.”

“Of course” bowed Richard Orr politely, though he had to wonder at three of the sons of the respectable and well-heeled Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth working at, not owning, but working at a ranch as common hands. At least their fine son Matt, standing by here, held a respectable position.

“Well, I will leave you in peace, Mrs. Wentworth. Thank you so much for your time and kind attention.” He bade her farewell. “Mr. Wentworth, Sir.” He nodded to Matt and Ben.

Anaesthesia curtsied to the Grande Dame and glanced a polite smile to Matt and Ben. The glance and the smile she rationed out to Ben was just a fraction tooooo long, according to the guidelines laid out in a recent article she had read in The Young Lady. Anaesthesia mentally corrected herself on that point, she mustn’t let her raging interest in romance encourage her to go wild.