Chapter Fourteen
Miss Stitchcombe had an attack of the vapors after luncheon. This required Kate’s presence in her bedchamber for much of the afternoon, so the viewing of Cecily Mornington was necessarily postponed until the morrow. But Miss Mornington wasn’t at home when they drove past on the following day, a circumstance that brought a worried frown to Kate’s brow. “There’s so little time,” she said, her tone anxious.
James said nothing. His goal, now, was different from Kate’s.
Miss Mornington and her mother returned their visit the next afternoon, and sat down to light refreshments with Kate, Miss Penrose, and himself. Harry had grimaced when he’d identified the carriage and swiftly absented himself. James, forming a rapid and deep dislike of Mrs. Mornington, soon wished he’d done
