— Constable’s Pocket Guide Nathaniel glanced around at his family. They were all staring at him. His sister, Oriana, recovered first. “I am sure whoever he is, the murderer would be pleased to hear you say you appreciate his efforts. Nonetheless, perhaps Miss Haywood would like to go home?” Archer stood. “Of course.” “I will ask Lansbury to bring the coach around,” Nathaniel said. Charlotte glared at him. He returned her gaze with a directness that made her drop her eyes to her lap. Her hands nervously plucked at the coarse threads of her dress. Oriana gazed at her husband and shook her head, infinitesimally. Dacy took his cue and stood, “I think it would be best to use our carriage for Miss Haywood,” he said. “Thank you,” Charlotte replied. Nathaniel turned on his heel and walked down the stairs before he said anything further that might cut away what little ground remained beneath his feet.
