Diana buried her face against Lyon's throat.
"Shall we dine, Frances? Alone? Ignored by our host and hostess?"
"I fancy we have no choice, Hawk," said Frances.
They heard Hawk say in a loud stage whisper, "It seems to me that they're striving mightily to produce a suitable offspring for one of our progeny. Thank the Lord we have both a boy and a girl, they won't have to worry."
"Or perhaps, husband, since our daughter is a dark bandit like you, we should have another. More choice, you know."
"Ah, I grow an old man in your service, Frances."
They heard Frances laugh, a low, very inviting laugh. Her voice was breathless when she finally called out, "We shall see you two at tea," she called through the door.
They heard her giggle again.
"How long until teatime?" Lyon asked as he began kissing his wife's bare shoulders.
The End