SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

open in her lap, though she had not read a word of lines. “Do you know why?” she asked.

“I do not, Miss. But I have been in this house 40 years, and I know when a thing is about to change, and lines options are clear that this house is about to change.”

Mrs. Pharaoh paused, looking at Vivien. “Miss, I heard something yesterday I did not tell you from continue reading …