—William Shakespeare, As You Like It “Mr. Pendarvis is here to see you, Sir Harry,” the Tresilians’ butler announced, entering the breakfast room the following morning. “And Lord Trevenan, your carriage has arrived.” Sir Harry and James exchanged a glance, as did Aurelia and Sophie. “Thank you, Parsons. You may show Mr. Pendarvis in here.” “And you may tell the coachman that Miss Newbold and I will be departing shortly,” James added. Aurelia felt his fingers brush hers under the table and hid a smile in her teacup. “Very good, Sir Harry, my lord.” Parsons bowed and withdrew. “Good morning, Rob,” Sir Harry greeted his friend as he strode into the room looking more than a little agitated, Aurelia observed with interest. Mr. Pendarvis nodded almost absently. “Forgive the intrusion, Harry, but I’ve just heard that there was some trouble here yesterday, and someone was injured?”
