“Is he gone?” Gillian asked Sean, who was peering discreetly out the window at the sidewalk where she’d left James standing.
“Yes. He’s just started to walk down the street. What happened?” The young Irishman looked concerned.
“It’s a long story, and I really need to rest a moment. Is Miss Sheridan back?”
“Not yet. The League is in the parlor having tea. Our mistress took one look at Mr. St. Laurent when he arrived and fled the house. Didn’t even take her bonnet.” Sean chuckled.
“What?” That was certainly unlike Audrey. She never left the house without a proper bonnet. She loved them too much to be seen without one.
“Of course, there was quite a scandal among the staff.”
“What? Why?” Gillian followed Sean down the stairs to the servants’ kitchens, where she eased into a chair by the
