Chapter Nine
John wasn’t ready to reassess his original opinion of Miss Sheffield’s intelligence, but if she played whist, maybe she wasn’t the complete i***t he thought her. He also had a sneaking suspicion that what she’d said to her friend just after he’d walked up to them was not on the same topic as they’d been discussing before he’d joined them.
Two things led him to this conclusion: one, Lady Sorrell’s extremely confused expression; and two, as he’d walked up to her he thought he’d heard her say something about playwrights who wrote tragedies. The minute she’d spotted him, however, she switched to some inanity about someone dancing.
But why would a society miss be talking about playwrights? Unless she’d been speaking about a play she’d recently seen. One or another of Shakespeare
