Chapter Three
Edward rode the last few hundred yards; it seemed the most prudent thing to do. He didn’t wish to annoy Miss Chapple any more than he already had.
He turned Trojan over to the elderly groom and hurried around to the main entrance as fast as his aching leg would allow, catching up with Miss Chapple on the doorstep. Her bonnet was bedraggled, her gown wet and filthy, her cheeks flushed with exertion.
“How do you feel?” she asked, taking off the bonnet and shaking water from it. “Perhaps you should rest?”
“I’m not an invalid,” Edward said, as the door opened.
They stepped into the gloomy entrance hall. Miss Chapple turned to the butler. “Griggs, can you please send a pot of hot tea to Mr. Kane’s bedchamber?”
“To the library,” Edward said, firmly.
Miss Chapple frowned and
