Isabella sat alone inside, barely noticing the milling crowds and variety of hackneys, carts, and carriages clogging the road. The overcast skies of the early afternoon had fulfilled their promise of rain and a steady drizzle prevailed. The smell of wet pavement filled Isabella’s nostrils and she sighed. The dull, gray weather matched her mood. She had remained in Lord Poole’s town house only long enough to rebind her hair and secure her bonnet on her head. Then she raced out of the house, offering no explanation to the astonished servants. She escaped to the safety of the earl’s carriage, which was patiently awaiting her arrival, just as the earl had promised. As soon as she gained her seat inside the carriage, Isabella instructed the coachman to drive away. Since she gave no specific instructions as to her destination, the coach had been meandering about the city for the past hour. “Should I drive down Bond Street, miss?” The coachman called down to her. “It’s a bit crowded, but not impassable.”
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