That seemed too formal between husband and wife. But as she walked down the short corridor, she acknowledged that she knew nothing of how it should be between a viscount and viscountess. Perhaps the nobility were different in all ways. Kitty opened the door to the outside so Sillikin could relieve herself. The air was still cold, so she’d need cloak and gloves to go far. “Come, Sillikin.” The dog drooped like a disappointed child. Kitty scooped her up. “Unlike you, milady, I don’t have a fur coat on. Once I’m warmly dressed we’ll have some fun.” She’d entered the front hall speaking, and only just suppressed a curse at the thought that people could hear. Their hearing a curse echoing through the house would be even worse. She’d said she couldn’t act a part, but could she ever be herself here? Henry dressed her in cloak and gloves and would have handed her a bonnet, but Kitty declined.
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