Three solid days with no means to escape Lord Preston’s constant hovering had been almost enough to drive her mad. When she added her unceasing thoughts about what would happen to Edie and Mama if she couldn’t do something to help them, and the fact that there were unknown quantities of valuable items upstairs which Lord Upton Grey would never miss since he didn’t even know that they existed as yet, a stay at Bedlam seemed a likely part of her future. But at last the snow had stopped falling. A few footmen had cleared enough snow away in the morning that she could go out for a walk in the afternoon. She needed to move, to get some of the brisk air into her lungs in order to clear her thoughts. “But it’s so cold!” Lady Ellingham had said when Freddie voiced her intention. “You’ve not been feeling quite the thing since you arrived. You’ll catch your death from the chill if you’re out for long in this weather.” If she’d actually been ill, she would have conceded her point.
