Not too talkative, but not completely silent, either. They talked about books, and mutual acquaintances, and Archer entertained her with some rather unflattering impressions of many members of the ton whom they both found silly or insufferable. He was never cruel, though. She had supposed they would stop for a brief luncheon, but Archer said that they were almost at their destination. She had supposed to travel much farther that day. “Will you please tell me where we are bound?” she asked for what felt like the millionth time. “This mysteriousness doesn’t suit you at all.” He gave a short bark of laughter. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Your Grace. You’ll discover soon enough. And to be honest I’d put our destination off for another hour if it were possible.” That brought her up short. Why on earth would he take her somewhere that he didn’t wish to go? When the carriage passed through an ornate gate with a coat of arms she’d seen somewhere before, she felt one particular suspicion winnowing its way to the front of her mind.
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