a female voice whispered in her ear. “Who will it be? Which of these many handsome, dashing men shall you choose for your lover?” Amelia sprang away from that voice so fast she almost tumbled to the carpet. By only a small miracle was she able to right herself and prevent plunging headlong into the Dowager Countess of Hamlin and her escort, who were each carrying plates of food piled high with supper offerings. In panting breaths, Amelia turned to face her tormentor. “Charlotte! You must stop sneaking up on me. These days have been trying to the extreme. My poor heart cannot take so much shock.” Amelia felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I had not realized you were so engrossed in thought that you had gone deaf.” Amelia frowned. Charlotte’s voice was sincere, but her friend hardly looked sorry. She actually looked amused. “My nerves are overset,” Amelia said. She snapped open the fan that dangled from her wrist and waved it vigorously. “Roger has informed me that Mr.
