Kathryn was surrounded by a boatload of laughing, chattering schoolgirls, excited by the surprise outing on which the Marquis of Blackshire was taking them. He hadn’t come to visit Jane as he’d said he would, but he was treating the entire school—even the servants—to a night of feasting and music...
called a stout woman not much older than True. She wiped her floury hands on her napkin and nervously tucked back an errant wisp of brown hair as she hurried up the lane to greet him." 'Tis a pleasure to receive you, though I am afraid we're not ready to receive you properly. We've been living in...