“Do not concern yourself with Miss Carlton’s health, madame,” said the Earl to Felice. “Concern yourself rather with your own behaviour.”
Felice gave a gay laugh. “My behaviour? Mais pourquoi?”
“Because, madame, it is too brazen for my taste.”
Felice and Fronard exchanged a quick look.
“What is this – brazen?” asked Felice.
The Earl spoke in a controlled, cold tone. “It means, madame, that your conduct does not befit your station.”
Felice tapped her fan against her lower lip. “I do not understand what you are saying,” she shrugged.
“I am saying,” said the Earl, “that your treachery is discovered. You were seen in the folly. With your – with Monsieur Fronard.”
Felice paled. Fronard slowly levelled a black gaze upon Jacina and she shrank before him.
“Fronard,” demanded the Earl.
“M
