Delaney blinked. She stared at the older man in pure confusion. Her heart dropped slightly in her chest. Had Rowan changed his mind? Had an emergency called him back to London? Did he leave because she took too long to change her dress?
"I do not understand," Delaney said softly, shaking her head. "Did His Grace leave already? Was there an urgent message for him?"
Mr. Benry quickly shook his head, waving his gloved hand in a small, dismissive gesture.
"No, no, my lady," Mr. Benry continued, rushing to explain the bizarre situation. "You completely misunderstand me. His Grace the Duke of Ford is not here at all. He has not arrived yet."
Delaney felt a sharp pang of disappointment. "He is not here? Then who is in the drawing room?"
Mr. Benry sighed heavily. "I mean to say, you do not have a single caller. You have callers, my lady. Plural."
Delaney and Aunt Renee exchanged a highly confused look.
