Chapter 10
The response to my bedraggled, unshod appearance was everything I could have expected. The frowns, raised brows, murmurs, and outright tsks of disapproval followed me as I traversed the marbled foyer and passed startled guests who lounged in red velveteen upholstered chairs. I assiduously avoided glancing at the gilded mirrors as I approached the front check-in desk. It was best not to know how bad it was. I clutched my damp coat close to my chest, kept my back straight and head high, and tried to still my chattering teeth as I inquired if Mr. Kendall was in.
The desk clerk snorted and looked me up and down. “And wot would Mr. Kendall be wanting with the likes of you, my good miss?”
“That is not your concern,” I snapped. “Ring his room, if you please.”
His lip curled. “We ex
