Ethan sipped his wine, staring at Violette’s empty seat. She was very late for supper and he sighed, biting back a pang of disappointment.
Mason entered and bowed. “Sir, Charlotte informs me that our guest has fallen asleep. She went in to wake her and the young lady opened her eyes, stared blankly for a moment, closed them and fell back asleep. Apparently, she hadn’t really awoken at all.”
Ethan nodded. Of course she would be absolutely exhausted. He doubted she’d slept between the time of her engagement party and her early morning escape. If he’d been in her position, his nerves would be frayed to ribbons. “She’s had a long journey. Let her rest.”
“Very good, sir.” Mason bowed again and retreated, leaving Ethan alone again. He took another sip of wine, disturbed at the nagging sense o
