Bennett, the butler, opened the door. “Your Grace.” He bowed as she walked through. Charles Leighton, Fitzhugh’s nephew, met her in the hall. “Olivia.” “How are you, darling?” Olivia asked as she brushed his cheek with a quick kiss, and then turned to Bennett with her cape. “What are you doing here?” Charles asked and led her into the library. “I thought to see Honoria if she’s about.” Olivia stopped just beyond the desk. “I’m sorry to say, Olivia, she’s with Penny.” “Oh.” Why hadn’t she thought of that? Of course, Honoria would care for her daughter. Olivia tried to convince herself that moving to St. James was best for Penny, but her heart still ached that Penny had shut her out. “Forgive me, Olivia,” Charles said. “Penny has had a rough go of it.” “No, there is nothing to forgive.” Olivia sat on the edge of the chair. Never one to beat around the bush, Olivia asked, “Charles, I wonder if you knew how much of an annuity Fitzhugh left me?”
