Fiona said. “Where have you been?” Shutting the door firmly, Anne turned back to the pair on the window bench. Controlling her voice with difficulty, she said, “What is Jake doing here, Fiona?” Fiona’s eyes widened. “H-he is teaching me to play the lute.” “But why in my bedchamber? Surely, you must realize how unseemly it is for the pair of you to be alone in here.” “Mama said she was going to take her nap,” Fiona explained. “I knew he should not be in my bedchamber, although I cannot think why, when Molly is most likely in there, tidying things, and would make an excellent chaper-one.” “Definitely not in your bedchamber,” Anne said, striving for patience. “Well, yes, I could see that, but I did not think you would mind if we came in here to wait for you, and Mother will not object, because he is not in my room.”
