She opened her reticule and thrust in her hand, searching for the key D’Arcy had given her. When her fingers closed about it, she hammered on the carriage roof, just behind where Riley was perched. She felt the carriage slow and pull to the side of the street. Riley jumped down and opened the carriage door. “What is it, Lady Harriet?” “Before you take me home, I’d like you to stop at Carlton House Terrace.” Riley bit his lip. He knew very well she was going to D’Arcy Lambton’s residence, but he was also under the impression that in the very near future she would be the Countess of Durham. “I’ll have ye there in a trice, my lady.” As the carriage climbed Constitution Hill, Harry’s mouth went dry with apprehension. “It’s only fair that I tell D’Arcy right away. It is thoughtless and cruel to keep him dangling,” she said aloud. Her inner voice mocked her. Tell the truth and shame the devil. You just want to get it over with, Harry Hamilton! Lady Harriet ascended the front steps, inserted her key, and unlocked the front door.
