She would soon receive a missive hastily written with the invitation and the place of meeting. "The market, come chaperoned or don't come at all."

He had intercepted the messenger before he left and paid him extra to put that in and make haste to find the woman. Archi nodded to the innkeeper as he set his empty cup on the table, folded the old newspaper, which actually had a picture of the very woman he was to meet with. He would not do something clandestine with a Carrington chit and be trapped in a marriage by circumstance. He would never risk it for that, he did not care that she was lovely to look at.

He tucked the paper under his arm and put his chapeaux on, then headed out and began his walk to the market, which wasn't far. He knew the market was an interesting place to meet, but he wanted to see how her interests drew her toward different stalls. It wasn't a test so much as gaining understanding about her. Of course, he would be talking to her throughout the morning.