"Of course I don't mind." Miranda remained at the window for a few moments longer, until she thought that she could look at Olivia without bursting into tears. She had been so emotional lately. "It will be quite a treat for me. It's a bit lonely with only Father to keep me company."
In the duchess’s bedchamber? Lucy croaked. She couldn’t possibly.She’s Daphne to us, Hyacinth said. Now then, everyone, off with you.
Lucy just stared at her and blinked. Wasn’t she meant to stay at Hyacinth’s side?That means him, Hyacinth said.And then Gregory did the most startling thing. He took Lucy’s hand. Right there, in the middle of the ballroom where anyone might see, he took her hand and kissed it. I leave you in good hands, he told her, stepping back with a polite nod. He gave his sister a look of warning before adding, As difficult as that might be to believe.
Then he went off, presumably to dote on some poor unsuspecting female who had no idea she was nothing but an innocent pawn in his sister’s master plan.Lucy looked back at Hyacinth, somewhat exhausted by the entire encounter. Hyacinth was beaming at her.
Well done, she said, although to Lucy it sounded more like she was congratulating herself. Now then, she continued, why does my brother need to speak with you? And don’t say that you have no idea, because I will not believe you.
Lucy pondered the wisdom of various replies and finally decided upon I have no idea. It wasn’t precisely the truth, but she wasn’t about to divulge her most secret hopes and dreams to a woman she’d met only minutes earlier, no matter whose sister she might be."Oh, please ." Miranda turned back to her book, but it was nearly impossible to focus on the plot when in her mind she was counting down… twenty , nineteen , eighteen…
Surely Olivia would not be able to remain silent for more than twenty seconds.Seventeen…sixteen…
"Winston will make a lovely husband, don't you think?"Four seconds. That was remarkable, even for Olivia.