Chapter Five
Edward changed into dry clothes and gave his wet ones to Tigh. “Sorry about the mud.”
“I seen worse.”
Edward went downstairs again. In the shadowy corridor, the sound of a raised voice echoed. Lady Marchbank.
He trod cautiously towards the library and halted in the doorway.
“—will not have novels in this house!” Lady Marchbank said shrilly.
Miss Chapple and Mrs. Dunn sat side by side on a sofa upholstered in faded brown damask, looking for all the world like a pair of naughty schoolgirls. Lady Marchbank stood over them, shaking a slender volume bound in calfskin. “Whose is it?” she demanded. “Which one of you is reading this nonsense?”
Mrs. Dunn seemed to shrink slightly. She looked up at her employer and opened her mouth.
“It’s mine, Aunt,” Miss Chapple said.
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