Chapter Three
Georgiana’s parents were still in the library. They both looked up when she entered.
Georgie closed the door and stood with her back to it.
“Darling?” Lady Dalrymple said. “Where’s Alexander?”
“He’s gone.”
Lady Dalrymple’s eyebrows twitched down. “Gone?”
“May I ask your advice about something?”
“Of course,” her father said.
Georgie turned the key, locking the library door. Her father’s eyebrows lifted; her mother’s drew even further down.
Georgie crossed to the sofa, with its damask upholstery and lion-paw feet, and sat in the very middle of it. Her father came to sit beside her. Her mother stayed standing, hands on her hips, frowning.
“What is it?” her father asked.
“If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone else?”
“You have my word,” her fathe
