He looked up. Lady Chervil had her head tilted to the side and was blinking expectantly. She had clearly asked him a question—one he had not heard.
Oh, that’s different. And then, before anyone might inquire how, Harriet turned to Hugh and asked, Won’t you sit down and join us?He gave a polite nod and came into the room. Sarah watched as he made his way around a wingback chair. He was depending on his cane more heavily than usual; she could see it in his gait. She frowned, then remembered that he had rushed all the way down from his room the night before. Without his cane.
She waited until he took a seat at the other side of the sofa, then quietly asked, Is your leg bothering you?Just a little. He set his cane down and idly rubbed the muscle. Sarah wondered if he even noticed when he did that.Harriet suddenly shot to her feet. I just remembered something, she blurted out.
It’s . . . ehrm . . . something about . . . Frances!Oh, nothing much, really, just . . . She shuffled her papers together and grabbed the whole sheaf, folding a few sheets in the process.
Careful there, Hugh warned.
Harriet looked at him blankly.Nothing of the sort, Sarah said with a derisive snort. But think for a moment, Lord Ramsgate. The only way you can get your precious grandchild is if your son and I remain in good health and happiness. And let me tell you, if you make me unhappy in any manner, I will bar him from my bed.
There was a highly satisfying lurch of silence.Lord Ramsgate scoffed. He will be your lord and master. You can’t bar him from anywhere.
Hugh cleared his throat. I wouldn’t dream of violating her wishes, he murmured.You worthless excuse—