Her brother had just invited the woman to join them in Alexander’s theater box.Olivia considered leaving the box to stroll, or claiming the megrims meant Alexander must take her home at once. She refrained for a curious reason: this was Lord Quinn’s hostess. If Olivia ignored Lord Ewald’s unsolicited advice, and if she meant to retain Lord Quinn’s company, she would of necessity come time and again into Miss Lyons’s circle. Olivia wouldn’t have minded giving Miss Lyons the cut direct based on the woman herself…but she thought, for now, she might just care to keep Lord Quinn’s friendship.His household had upset her, it was true. His fervent words had put her on her guard, she could not deny. And yet, when she’d closed her door on Lord Ewald last night and found her sleepless bed, her review of the strange night had condemned much…all but for Lord Quinn himself. He seemed so sincere in his convictions that she found it difficult to think of him as being sinister. He was very forthright, but thoughtful; he’d complied at once when she’d wished to have her carriage brought around.
