into which they were riding, save the general knowledge that it
is
a wilderness untouched by the niceties with which gentlemen are accustomed.â
âA wilderness indeed,â Richardson agreed. âAnd the reputed lair of Geronimo and company if one travels farther south into the Mogollon Rim country.â
âA long way indeed from New York . . .
or
Richmond,â Waldron observed.
âOr Santa Fe, for that matter,â Richardson added.
âWhat was it that you wanted to ask me before we started talking of fugitives and bounty hunters?â Richardson said.
The table remained quiet for a number of minutes, as the two men savored their dinners.
âMay I speak candidly?â Waldron asked at last.
âOf course.â
âAnd in confidence?â
âYou have piqued my curiosity, sir.â Richardson smiled.
âMiss de la Gravière,â the New Yorker said, nodding toward Thereseâs daughter, who was swirling about a table across the room delivering plates of delicacies.
âNicolette? Yes?â
âA lovely young lady,â Waldron said, blushing slightly.
âHer beauty is that which clearly attracts the eye,â Richardson confirmed with a nod. âHer smile can melt ice, and she has an agreeability of disposition which is so often lacking in women of such radiance.â
âDo you know whether she has a man who is . . . ?â
âI am unaware of such a man, although I cannot be counted as an authority on her private life. I take it that you harbor aspirations in that direction.â
âI do,â Waldron said and nodded sheepishly.
âI
do
know that she is only about twenty-three, and I take you for nearly twice that,â Richardson said protectively.
âFour years short of double that number, but this is not an
unusual
separation of ages,â Waldron insisted.
âThat would be none of
my
business,â Richardson said. âIt would be something for you to take up with her.â
âWith that in mind, Iâd like to ask you for an introduction to her mother so that I might clear the way for doing just that.â
âTo ask Therese . . . ?â
âWhether I might approach her daughter with an offer to escort Miss de la Gravière to the theater.â
Richardson paused, mulling it over in his mind. At last, he raised his hand, signaling for Therese to approach their table.
*Â *Â *
âMAMA!â NICOLETTE DE LA GRAVIÃRE SAID IN EXASPERATION. âWHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?â
âOnly that he might, with my permission, speak to you on the matter,â Nicoletteâs mother explained.
It was early morning, and the two women had just taken the dayâs delivery from the man who sold them the vegetables for Refugio del Viajero.
âMama, he is so
old
,â Nicolette insisted, as she sorted and washed a basket of greens.
âMay I remind you, Nicolette, that you are not so young yourself. You are nearly twenty-four, an age when a woman should be seriously entertaining suitors. When I was your age . . .â
âMama, I
know
that you had become engaged to Papa, but you did not wed for two more years.â
âAt least I was, as the Anglos say, âspoken for.ââ
âJohn was courting me when I was twenty,â Nicolette insisted.
âWhere did
that
get you?â
Tears began welling up in Nicoletteâs eyes.
âIâm sorry,
ma chère fille
, I know that the pain of the wickedness in his breaking of your heart continues to tear at you . . . but, my child, you
must
move on.â
âI donât know, Mama,â Nicolette choked out. âIâm unsure . . . Iâm afraid.â
âYou must not allow this fear to prevent your happiness now . . .
and
in the future.â
âI know . . . My
mind
knows that you are right,â Nicolette admitted. âBut
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