Chapter Eight
The breakfast parlor at Cheevers Court was a large, sunny room decorated in pale green. When Primrose entered it, she found Lady Cheevers and the three Carterises seated at the long table—and Ninian Dasenby selecting his breakfast from the dishes lined up on the sideboard.
Primrose’s pulse gave a little skip of excitement. Here was an opportunity to discover more about Oliver’s cousin. She chose her food quickly, took a place several seats distant from the others, and cast a smiling glance at Dasenby. “Do say you’ll join me, Mr. Dasenby.”
Dasenby politely did, sitting opposite her.
Primrose spoke of commonplace nothings for several minutes, trying to find a topic that would set him talking. “I take it this isn’t your first visit to Cheevers Court?”
“Father and I come her
