Chapter Twelve
When Oliver rapped on Rhodes’s door the next morning, he found him wholly recovered. They went down to the breakfast parlor together. “We need to have a talk,” Oliver said. “You and me and Prim. After breakfast.”
But at breakfast, Cheevers proposed a morning ride for the gentleman, and when they returned Primrose was nowhere to be found. None of the ladies were. “They’re taking a tour of the house,” one of the servants informed them, but in a building the size of Cheevers Court, that meant they could be in any one of two hundred rooms.
Therefore, when Ninian sidled up and shyly said he’d like to talk to Oliver and asked whether perhaps they could take a walk in the shrubbery, Oliver agreed. He wondered what Ninian wished to tell him. But Rhodes tagged along, and all Ninia
