One week later, the Marriage Bureau moved into its second office at the country house.
Marcus had christened it Knight House due to the two suits of armor guarding the ballroom. Elizabeth spent the day directing several strapping young men from the village nearby who’d offered to help. They moved throughout the house, carrying furniture and boxes to wherever Elizabeth or Eva wanted them to go.
Marcus was in charge of removing the white drop cloths from the furniture in the primary rooms they planned to use. He happily whipped them off with a flourish like a Spanish bullfighter. Clouds of dust soon sent everyone running outside in coughing fits.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, open the windows, you daft lads. It’s only a bit of dust,” Mrs. Harrow barked at the young men, who, with proverbial tai
