Mallett Sterling had just reached the landing of the first floor when dulcet female voices, drifting like perfume up the staircase, met his ears. His pulse quickened, and he paused to listen. These were not the familiar Scottish tones of his sisters. Nor did the soft words belong to Mrs. Wimpole....
Robert Lembke Almack’s Assembly Rooms Ivy swept up the short train of her peacock blue silk ball gown, then took her father’s arm and walked up the staircase and into the assembly rooms. Tinsdale and his mother followed closely, with the Sinclair brothers and sisters trailing behind.p. Naturally,...