Chapter FourteenI rose, prepared to fight but not knowing how to begin. In a lonely childhood bereft of brothers and sisters, one does not gain the necessary skills required to challenge a man with a pistol. Oh, I tried. I threw myself forward as women do in all the worst romances, and got a hefty slap on the jaw for my pains. I sprawled on the floor in an undignified heap.
'Get up,' Isabel joined Captain Ferintosh. She kicked me, as she had done before. 'Get up!' She called me some foul names that I will not sully this page by using.
Jack was also there, looking a trifle concerned as he took Lady Emily by the arm.
'Let go of me!' Lady Emily's attempted slap was no more effective than my lunge had been. Neither of us gave much resistance as Captain Ferintosh rounded us up like cattle. '
