That gets me a big laugh.
Olivia just barely managed to contain her horror at the rumor. That can’t be true.Well… Olivia blinked, trying to come up with an acceptable answer. She didn’t want to say that Sebastian had fallen off a table in her house-Mary would positively pummel her with questions if she knew that Olivia had any special knowledge of the incident. Finally she settled on: If he’d fallen down a flight of stairs, don’t you think he’d have suffered more serious injury?
Mary appeared to consider this. Maybe it was a short flight of stairs. His front steps, perhaps.Perhaps, Olivia said, hoping that would be the end of it.Although, Mary continued, putting an end to Olivia’s hopes, one would think there would be witnesses if it had happened outside.
Olivia decided not to comment.I suppose it could have happened at night, Mary mused.
Olivia was beginning to think that Mary ought to consider writing a Miss Butterworth-style novel of her own. She certainly possessed the imagination for it.
There, Mary declared. As good as new. Or almost. I couldn’t quite recreate the little curl over your ear.She really wanted to laugh. But she didn‘t dare draw attention. Louisa and Lady Olivia were still chatting away, and the longer they were distracted the better.
―You‘re smiling," he said.―No, I‘m not."
―You want to. The corners of your mouth are puckering."―They are not!"