Chapter 9
Moncreiffe’s blank expression made it seem as though he still hadn’t heard her.
A carriage rumbled past, and Maxwell whinnied a protest at being kept standing by the side of the road. Moncreiffe calmed him down.
Charlotte tried again. “I’m going to get the snuffbox and complete the assignment while Steven is losing money at the gaming tables.”
“That’s what I thought you meant.” Moncreiffe pulled off one glove and pinched the bridge of his nose.
It had to be a sin for a man to have such beautiful, elegant fingers. Charlotte compared her own much shorter, rather pudgy fingers. At least her nails were neat and smooth now that she’d stopped biting them. She’d had no choice, what with Aunt Hermione threatening to soak her fingertips in vinegar while she slept.
Moncreiffe lowered
