“Good morning, dearest,” she said to Delysia. “You left the party far too early. It became very amusing later with some of the guests doing comic turns, but perhaps that would have shocked you.”
“I enjoyed myself,” Delysia replied, “but I was very tired and thought that it would be embarrassing if I fell asleep!”
Fleur laughed.
“We merely would have thought that you had had too much to drink!”
“I thought one or two of the gentlemen were a trifle ‘foxed’,” Delysia murmured.
She deliberately used the slang word that she had heard from her father, thinking it sounded less fault-finding.
Fleur laughed again,
“That is nothing new! The Earl, who I think is rather a tiresome man, had to be carried downstairs by two of the footmen.”
Delysia did not say anything and then, as if her sister w
