Chapter Sixteen
Primrose was in the blue salon, the better to keep an eye on Miss Middleton-Murray. She was listening to a discussion of the latest fashion in carriage dresses and thinking longingly of the yet-to-be explored library, when the door opened. Lords Cheevers and Warrington entered. Behind them was Oliver. Cheevers and Warrington were rosy-cheeked and merry. Oliver wasn’t. In fact, he looked uncharacteristically grim. He glanced around the room, met her eyes, and stroked his nose, a brusque gesture. Then he retreated and closed the door.
After a moment, Primrose rose to her feet. “Excuse me. I’m going to check on my brother.”
Lady Cheevers looked up, the plumes on her turban nodding. “Do let me know if there’s anything he requires, Lady Primrose.”
“I shall, ma’am.”
She trod
