Oh, Lucille didn't mind at all. She smiled at him, the look in her eyes making that very clear.

"A glass of wine would be lovely," she said. "I will let you choose." She had very little knowledge of wines, and hoped Hyacinthe were better acquainted with the selection. "And I would love to meet you later this week."

She would meet him any time, even tonight. No, that wasn't quite true. She wouldn't meet him if she had agreed with Cassandra that it was an evening of reading together.