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

from the servants of the house—all of us.” She took lines and could feel through the paper that lines was a book. “Mr. Holston, not a word. Miss, go on. Get on with your life.”

She got on with her life, living in Bath for 11 months. Lady Redvers was a plump, kind woman of 60 with a great many small dogs, old friends, and sharp opinions.

She had been continue reading …