Chapter Four
It was patently evident that the Misses Bellersby were sisters. Their hair was a similar shade of light brown and they both had dimples. The elder sister, Olivia, seemed the more intelligent of the two, but the younger one, Fanny, was the prettier. James smiled at them over his teacup and tried to imagine what it would be like to be married to either lady.
The discussion was about novels. Not clever works such as Pride and Prejudice, but novels of the more lurid kind, gothic romances and tales of horror. The Misses Bellersby had brought back several they’d borrowed from Kate. The books lay on a table. James put down his cup and reached idly for one slim calf-bound volume.
“And when the heroine was trapped in the dungeon, I vow I was so terrified I could scarcely breathe!” O
