We’ve arrived at the inn.” Penny feigned awakening. “What station is this?” “It’s Petersfield, miss,” James said. “I hope they can accommodate us. It looks rather crowded.” In the purplish twilight, she made out the dark shape of the inn, with lights winking from nearly every window. The barouche pulled into the yard full of carriages and rigs, and an osteler came up to hold the team. Revington jumped down from the driving box; James climbed out of the carriage and offered his hand to Penny. Revington scarcely glanced at her before striding toward the inn. James took her arm. “Allow me to escort you, miss.” **** “One room? That’s all you have?” The innkeeper shook his head at Marcus. “’Fraid so, sir. You’re lucky I saved it back for someone of quality like yourself. Could have filled it several times over, but I guessed there might be someone coming along who’d be willin’ to pay extra for their accommodations.” The balding man gave him a shrewd look and Marcus felt a muscle twitch in his jaw.
