Esme's POV
Levine was the only one I could think of. He must've been checked by the Duke during his inauguration. If it wasn't Levine, then it could be a noble who attended the inauguration and took a wrong turn.
"I am not lost."
That made me frown. Why were they here? I looked at my house. They weren't close, so he might not be here for pastries. Uncle wasn't back yet either.
"The night is quieter here. Apologies if I surprised you."
I calmed down. He must be a gentleman from the inauguration. We lived in a desolate area, so he probably wanted to rest.
"Do you know the way back?" I asked softly, leaning on the carriage.
His reply came slowly. "Yes."
"Goodnight."
He gave a response, but I didn't hear it. Actually, it was hard hearing most of what he said—he whispered, as if it were wrong to speak.
