The mare slowed to a walk.
Miss Knightley’s hat was tilted at a jaunty angle. Beneath the brim, her dark eyes already seemed to hold a glint of mocking amusement. “Mr. St. Just?”
Now that the moment had come, he suddenly felt foolish. On the heels of foolishness came annoyance with himself. Let Arabella Knightley laugh at his question. As long as she answered it, he didn’t care what her opinion of him was.
“It was Mrs. Harpenden you overheard, wasn’t it? Starting the rumor about Miss Wootton.
The glint of amusement vanished. “Mr. St. Just, I’ve already told you that I won’t—”
“I know it was her,” Adam said. “That’s why she received a visit from our quixotic thief.”
Miss Knightley said nothing, she merely looked at him, her expression closed and unforthcoming.
“I’m not interested in
