heartartHa, ha, ha.“I did say it with a ha,” she protested.
didha“If you did, it was so faint none but a church mouse would hear it. Do not treat it like an apostrophe. I wish to hear the ‘huh’ this time, understood? Begin.” He resumed his pacing.
Bridget sighed and read a dozen other poems, each time receiving new instructions from Trystan as to what to correct next, until they were interrupted by Mr. Chavenage in the doorway of the library.
“Miss Phelps is here, my lord.”
Trystan nodded at the butler. “Show her into the drawing room and have tea served. We’ll join her in a minute.”
“Yes, my lord.” The butler glanced at Bridget before disappearing.
Bridget closed the book and stroked a fingertip lovingly over its cover. “Is Miss Phelps the dressmaker?”
“Yes, and not a moment too so
