As evening fell, Eilika prepared to depart. She carefully applied a shade of crimson to her lips, catching the reflection of Roman in the vanity mirror as he watched her in silence.
"Mama, I want to come too, but I shall stay," Roman said.
"What? If you wish to join us, tell me," Eilika replied, turning toward him. "Your father and I would be happy to take you along."
Roman shook his head firmly. "I will not intrude. Uncle Louis mentioned that you and Father are newlyweds, and that you must spend as much time together as possible."
"That is kind of you, Roman. But you are welcome to accompany us if you desire; we would be pleased to have you," Eilika insisted.
"Mama, it is my day for lessons with Uncle Louis. I also need to practice my horse riding, so I shall stay behind," he answered.
"Very well," she said, turning back to the mirror to adjust her appearance. "See that you do not trouble your uncle, and be careful not to hurt yourself."
