Lady Eaton said in her low, breathy murmur as she took Anthony’s arm and led him from the hall during the interlude of the play. Behind the makeshift curtains, the clatter of changing scenery could be heard, and the audience was talking together in a low rise and fall of voices.Lord Eaton had disappeared during the first act and had not yet returned, but Lady Eaton was most hospitable, Anthony thought as he studied her flirtatious smile. Find the letter for me, please, he remembered Kate whispering, her eyes wide and beseeching as she touched his hand.Anthony couldn’t deny her any help he could give. He feared it would be very difficult for him to deny her anything at all; it had been thus ever since he met her.He had to admit that under normal circumstances, talking with Lady Eaton would be no great hardship. She was still a pretty woman, despite the trials her family had been through of late, albeit too pale and too thin under her dark brown velvet and brocade gown. A sort of quiet sadness lurked around her faded blue eyes, and he was a man who couldn’t bear female sorrow.God’s toe, but he would do anything to help Kate, his sweet friend.
