“With Nancy gone, Katherine needs me to brush out her hair,” Aurélie had whispered as they passed Lady Julia. “I shall leave you to your flirtation with Sir Francis.” The offer to brush out her hair was a tender gesture, and one Kate had not expected of her mother. And so far as Julia was concerned, Kate was glad, for a moment, to focus on someone else’s intrigues. Tonight it was difficult to determine just who was seducing whom in that little liaison. Having coaxed Julia away from the card table, Sir Francis had urged the lady into a quiet corner of the drawing room, and plied her with poetry and madeira for the latter half of the evening. His flirtation had been so blatant, Uncle Upshaw had murmured his disapproval, and gone up to bed early. As they turned down the passageway, however, Hetty approached from the opposite direction, carrying a mug and a glass of water on a tray. “His Lordship’s bilious again,”
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