Arethusa, Dowager Baroness Guilford, fixed her only son with a steely eye. “You simply must, or those French madmen will leave us high and dry."Her son settled into the armchair on the other side of the fireplace, exasperation battling with affection. “Mama ... You know I begrudge you no task, bu...
The voice beside his ear was quiet but urgent. Despite it being pitch-dark in the bedroom, David knew it was Will shaking his shoulder. He dragged himself out of the soundest sleep he’d had since returning home, and pushed himself up. “What’s wrong? What time is it?” “A little past four. Out ...
Madame Beauchene stepped forward, the smallest of them all, cradling her dainty little dog in her arms and somehow all the more formidable for that—perhaps because the dainty little dog’s teeth were bared in a low, rumbling snarl. “What insanity is this?” “Madame,” the spo...
He looked over the missive once more; it appeared to be in order. Adrian had come for it himself, this time. “Have you finished the letter, Captain?” “Yes.” He wondered if Drinkwater had been able to make any sense of his veiled reference to espionage. It was a long chance; the man would be knee-...