Michael debated taking it in his room, after making some lame excuse about the busy day and the need for rest. Even if that was true, it would appear that he was running from his wife. And she would think she had won. Peers were supposed to be made of sterner stuff than that. If he could manage the interminable arguing of Parliament, he could learn to ignore the behaviour of the stranger he had married. With sufficient time and patience, perhaps she would learn to tolerate him, as well. For now, she was picking at her food, even when there was nobody but him to see it. It made him suspect that, just perhaps, her apathy towards the delicacies of the breakfast was not feigned. When she chose, it was the things that were bland and easy to digest. The roast that had been prepared was going to waste. Her plate held poached fish and potatoes and she’d kept the soup bowl, which held thin broth. With the small breakfast, and the fact that he’d dragged her away from luncheon and tea to stare at horses, she’d eaten close to nothing.
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