“Wait,” Mrs. Steele said, grabbing Beatrice’s arm to stop her. “He could be a murderer, or worse, a Frenchman!” “But, Mother, aren’t we supposed to offer charity to someone in need, even if they are found outside the proper gathering places?” Louisa asked, eyes wide. “I must check.” Mrs. Steele pulled The Lady’s Guide to Swampshire (Travel Edition) from her reticule and began to flip through the pages. “I know a lady cannot approach a man without introduction….” “Then Father will do it,” Beatrice said.
