He gave her a small smile. ‘I thought I better warn you, Lord Wynchwood is asking for you. He is in his study.’ Frederica winced. ‘Thank you, S-Snively. What is his current m-mood?’ Snively’s muddy eyes twinkled, but there was sadness in them too. ‘He’s seems a little irritated, miss. Not his normal sunny self.’ He winked. She almost laughed. ‘It’s probably his g-gout.’ ‘Yes, miss.’ ‘And the w-weather. And the state of the Funds.’ ‘Yes, miss. And I gather he’s lost his glasses.’ She grinned. ‘Again. I’ll go to him the moment I am changed.’ Snively shook his head and the wrinkles in his bulldog face seemed to deepen. ‘No point, miss, he knows you took Pippin.’ Dash it all. One of the grooms must have reported her hasty departure. She sighed. ‘I’ll go right away. Thank you, Snively.’ He looked inclined to speak, then pressed his lips together. ‘Is there s-something else?’ ‘His lordship received a letter from a London lawyer yesterday.
What do You think about The Gamekeeper's Lady (2013)?
