“I certainly do not think of him like that!” Prunella snapped.
“Whatever he is, he is still a man and, although you often forget it, Prunella, you are a woman!”
“We can solve this problem quite easily by not dining at The Hall and I will send a message over this afternoon to say so.”
“If you do that, I shall go alone,” Nanette threatened. “I want to dine with the Earl and you cannot be so silly and prudish as to try to stop me.”
Prunella did not reply and she went on,
“I know exactly why you are being so disagreeable to him. It is because he ran away centuries ago with that pretty lady ‘What’s-her-name?’ and you still hold it against him.”
“I am surprised you know about such things,” Prunella exclaimed.
“Know?” Nanette repeated. “When everyone has talked about the ‘goings on of Mast
