Chapter Six
“Well?” Kate asked the following morning. Her expression was expectant as she turned towards him. He’d found her in the library, seated at a large desk and surrounded by lists. The elegant silk gown had been replaced by a simple one of muslin with a delicate stripe woven into it.
“Not Marianne Charnwood.” Obliquely, he surveyed her face. The loveliness of feature that he’d seen last night was no longer evident. Kate’s face was put together nicely enough, but she wasn’t beautiful. The wine and brandy must have clouded his mind to make him think so. “And not her sister.”
“Not Caroline? Why not?”
“She agreed with everything I said. Tell me, Kate, does she do that to everyone, or is it just me?”
Kate’s brow furrowed as she thought. “Caroline does have a tendency to agree with
