"No," she answered gently, smiling with a warmth she'd yet to bestow upon him privately. It was easier somehow when they could be at least vaguely civil with one another and not at each other's throats.
"Only that you enjoy your breakfast. We have a long day ahead of us," she reminded him gently, smiling some even though mentally she was dreading the ride back. At least on horseback she could see and anticipate the road conditions. In a carriage she was blinded and at the mercy of every bump, slope, or obstacle they might encounter along the way.
Catherine suddenly called to her across the table, smiling as she looked between them excitedly, "Georgiana you should bring him along next time!" A wave of excited, mumbled agreement followed in her wake and the red-haired woman lifted her eyes to look at her friend with a nod of acknowledgement.
"If he is well and feels like performing," she promised, though privately she never wished him to stir such jealousy in her ever again as he had the night before. "Art cannot be rushed."
A few giggles bounced around them and their host let it lie with a nod, satisfied that she at least had a verbal promise.
It was only an hour or so later that the energy at the table dissipated, the young women excusing themselves and saying their goodbyes one after another to return to their families and homes. Georgiana eyed her sister questioningly and with Natasha's acknowledging smile as her blessing moved to stand and do the same.
She hurried around the end of the table to give Catherine a hug goodbye, sharing a short exchange of words that spoke of friends who knew they would see one another again soon enough. Then, she turned to beckon Rene and her younger sister.
Rolling her eyes Natasha gestured for the slave to follow her with a whispered, "Come on."