Ogilvy in the pulpit. What did Colonel Chattan think he was doing? He hadn’t been to services since he arrived, and he showed up this day? Portia felt her temper rise. If he was following her around because he wanted to repeat what had happened last night, he was going to be disappointed. He’d caught her in a weak moment. That woman who had so eagerly leaped into his arms was not she. She’d had a moment of madness but she was sane, sober and remorseful today. By the time the services had ended, Portia had worked herself into such a state, she almost couldn’t wait for a confrontation with Colonel Chattan, and then she saw Lady Emma. Her Ladyship had realized Colonel Chattan was in the chapel, and she was not pleased that he sat close to Portia. Minnie leaned toward Portia. “Now Lady Emma is looking daggers at you. This is very odd, Portia. She is overreacting to a bit of spilled tea.”
