Hunter chose to ride behind the conveyance, also keeping an eye out for any disturbance along the way.Once again the aunts begged off, promising that they would happily come along in a few days’ time when the group set out on a mission to support Lady Maggie’s passion, a day tending to the children in the East End. Ally had argued fiercely with them, as had Lady Camille, who could be extremely persuasive. But they hadn’t planned on going out, they insisted, and good heavens, how could they get ready when they’d had no warning?In the carriage, having at last given up, Ally remembered another frustration. “Camille, what about Eleanor Brandon? Where is she now? Poor woman. Has she no relatives? Her husband’s body barely found…and she, alone with her coachman, coming to the castle because there was nothing else she could do to ease her pain.”Camille sighed softly. “She was much better the next morning. It must have been horrible for her to come home only to find that her husband was lying in the morgue.
