Harriet knew better than to open her mouth on morning calls unless addressed directly, so this portion of her day rarely posed problems. And she had even less concern today, for Lady Wicksfield had accompanied them. For the moment, gossip held sway over surreptitious shopping. She hid a smile. Lord Wicksfield had warned her that the countess would find ways to overspend her allowance. Thus she had budgeted an amount to cover it. So far, Lady Wicksfield remained within it. But her self-congratulation died under mortification as the memory of last night’s ball sneaked back into her mind. How could she have been so foolish? The ballroom had been suffocatingly warm, even with all the windows open. She’d been fetching the lemonade Harriet would need after finishing a sprightly reel when the girl’s name had echoed from the far side of the refreshment room. Like a ninny, she’d turned to see who had spoken. But she hadn’t stopped walking. Heat again climbed her face. The moment of inattention had cost her dearly, for she’d collided with Lord Sedgewick in the doorway.
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