As he picked up Frederick’s discarded coat and cravat, his eyes moved around the room, checking the fire, the decanter, the drapes. In the dressing room he held up the coat, searching for dirt or creases. He gave it a shake—and sneezed. Pulling the material close to his face he sniffed. And scowl...
Jacob came into the little office where his cousin bent over the household account books. “Is that something you must do on the instant?” he continued when she looked up. She looked down, looked up, studied his expression, noted the coaxing look and smiled. “Not at all. It is just that I am attem...