Annabel‘s problems didn‘t seem half so dreadful by comparison.
―Ehrm…" Annabel opened the book and found her place. ―I believe Miss Sainsbury has just thrown herself over a hedge. Or perhaps into the hedge."―Oh, the goat," Louisa said breathlessly. ―I loved that part." She held up her copy. ―I‘m still at the beginning."
They settled in with their books, but before either of them could turn a page, Lady Challis happened by. ―What are you reading?" she asked.―Miss Sainsbury and the Mysterious Colonel," Louisa answered politely.―And you, Miss Winslow?"
―Oh, the same, actually."―You‘re reading the same book? How darling!" Lady Challis motioned toward a friend across the room. ―Rebecca, come look at this. They‘re reading the same book."
Annabel was not sure why this was deemed so remarkable, but she sat quietly and waited for Lady Westfield to come over.
―Cousins," Lady Challis declared. ―Reading the same book."She offered more tea, and he took it, strangely content to prolong the visit. As she was pouring, however, the butler entered the room again, bearing a silver tray.
Lady Olivia, he intoned. This arrived for you.The butler bent down so that Lady Olivia could remove a card from the tray. It looked like an invitation of sorts, festive and grand, with a ribbon and a seal.
Harry shifted his position ever so slightly, trying to get a better view. Was it a royal seal? The Russians did like their royal trappings. He supposed the British did, too, but that was neither here nor there. She wasn’t being pursued by King George.She glanced at the card in her hands, then moved to set it down on the table beside her.