Hugh said, as I entered the breakfast room the next morning. “Feeling worlds better, I take it?”He was sitting with Andrew and Felix. I saw Andrew glance over the top of the paper, and then he snapped it taut, disappearing behind it again. Felix rose, came over, and kissed me on the cheek. “Well done, sister. No languishing in a sick bed for a Kensington!”“A Diehl Kensington.” Andrew sniffed, turning the page in his paper. “Vivian is still in bed.”“Probably avoiding you,” Hugh jibed.I turned away, uncomfortable with the likely truth in his comment. With no servant in sight, I took a croissant and poured myself some tea from the sideboard before sitting down with the men. The younger girls were apparently taking their leisurely time rising as well.“Felix and I were just coming up with a plan to manage the press, now that you’ve chased off our Mr. Grunthall,” Hugh said. “We believe we can so fill their column inches of paper with tales of our upcoming Roman escapades, that they’ll leave the rest of you in peace.”“I see,”
