Camille asked Nell early the next morning. They were sitting in the salon, waiting for Belle to join them so they could go for their usual early walk through the park. But time was marching on, and Camille wasn’t, so she was fidgeting. Her dogs had to stay in the stables until she came to get them, which was the only bad thing she’d found about staying here in London with her brother and sister-in-law. At home, the dogs would have shared Camille’s bed, not just her bedchamber, but they weren’t allowed into Lady Annabelle’s town house. Camille couldn’t really blame Belle for that. Rags and Muffin were her favorite dogs, but though they were her best behaved, that only meant that they didn’t bite people or bark all night. Friendly as they were, Camille’s pets hadn’t much idea of how to behave in polite company. Rags would steal a biscuit out from under a person’s nose. Muffin would not only steal one from a person’s mouth if he could, but if he didn’t like the taste of the biscuit, he’d bury it under a rug or try to dig up the floor if there was no rug.
