CHAPTER TWOFor days after the soirée, Mrs. Dovedale kept to her bed. She rang her bell frequently for attention but Eugenia knew better than to answer. Instead she would open the parlour door and watch Bridget toil up the stairs with warming pans, broth, toast and hot water with lemon. Bridget would shoot accusatory looks at Eugenia. All this extra work, just because Miss could not bring herself to be civil to a Marquis. A Marquis, mind you!
Her father had always said, “whatever you do in life, follow your heart and you cannot go wrong.” Her mother wanted her to behave as if she had no heart!
She had taken Great-Aunt Cloris her tea at three o’clock. There remained nothing more for her to do until supper, when her great-aunt would deign to descend to join Eugenia for mutton stew or cold
