Chapter Eleven
‘Augusta will be hopping mad,’ commented Miss Frostell into the ensuing silence. ‘To be carried off twice in one week! What a heroine of romance! Not even Mrs. Radcliffe could be equal to it.’
‘Awfully bad luck,’ Theo agreed. ‘Think she will want to remain with Lord Maundevyle, too?’
‘I can hardly imagine it likely,’ said Miss Frostell. ‘His lordship could not offer her half the comforts she had enjoyed at Starminster, and there is the matter of propriety to be considered.’
Theo duly considered it. ‘Is it improper, for an unmarried female to be alone with an unmarried dragon?’
Miss Frostell seemed arrested by the question. ‘I cannot think how it comes about, but somehow I have never before considered the matter.’
‘Unaccountable,’ Theo agreed. ‘For my part, I think—’
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