The clock on the mantelpiece stood at half-past five as she then went to sit at the dressing table for the maid to dress her hair a little more simply than the coiffure required for the ball. Mrs McNeil sat by the fire, having been aroused from her bed to hear what had transpired during the night. Without its customary powder her hair was salt and pepper in color, and hung in long plaits from beneath her muslin night bonnet. She wore a comfortable peach velvet wrap over her nightgown, and her feet were stretched out toward the warmth of the fire, for she was fortunate enough not to suffer from the agonies of chilblains. She had been astonished and delighted at the turn events had taken and was glad to learn that Lady Ann had not been Sir James’s willing accomplice. She was of the sincere hope that Richard Wexford’s fortunes were about to change, but her eyes bore a rather troubled expression as she watched Deborah. There was a glow about her the older woman thought, and it was a glow that was only partly due to the imminent prospect of defeating Sir James Uppingham.
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