Gregson. He stared back. “I thought we had agreed that you would stay in London unless I called for you,” he said. His shocked stare was rapidly becoming a grim scowl. I pulled myself up to a sitting position on the floor and swallowed hard. Even my throat felt different. Longer. Thinner. And my chest … I blinked and shifted my shoulders to adjust myself. Lady Fotherington had a very different shape from what I was accustomed to. I felt as if I were carrying weights on my chest just by breathing. My—her—chest was only barely covered by the same dark green, low-cut gown she had worn when I saw her several days ago. I hoped Mr. Gregson was too much of a scholar to take notice of the fashion mistake. I was almost certain that anyone as elegant as Lady Fotherington would never dream of wearing an evening gown at eleven o’clock in the morning, at a country house party. Even as I thought that, I caught sight of Mama’s books in the corner of my vision. They had fallen to the ground just by the bed, hidden from Mr.
