I told my husband when we were alone in our room and snug in our bed with the eiderdown coverlet pulled over us. After looking in on Ned and Adèle, I had been more than ready to retire. “Lady Ingram greeted Lucy without warmth but respectfully. The slight she dealt me is my burden and mine alone.” Edward sighed and rubbed his forehead. “My dear innocent wife. The customs of the social set hold no allegiance with rationality. Conflate the Dowager’s dismissal with a stain, one that creeps outward and taints its surrounds. So, too, did her rejection of you ripple outward to include Lucy.” “And what of it? Lucy has friends, alliances, and those who admire her. Her brother told us of her prowess as a society hostess.” Edward moved closer to kiss my forehead, my nose, and my lips. The crisply ironed pillow slips cracked beneath him. “The Dowager’s slur was so outrageous, so public, that tongues will wag all over London.”
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