Lady Eugenia looked up when we entered the drawing room. Tommy leaned close to me and whispered, “She looks perturbed.”
She looked fine to me, but he was her son and had known her longer.
“Mr Runihura was called back to Thorny Walk House.”
“Oh, my. And the vicar said Mrs Sherwood wasn’t feeling well—” She and her son shared a wry smile. “—so he took her and his daughter home.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Tommy said. He sounded tired. “I’ll call on him tomorrow.” Did he realise what had happened? What had happened?
“An excellent idea, Thomas,” Lady Genie said. “Now, Rodney, would you care to join us in a game of whist?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t play,” I told her. Brother felt all manner of card games were frivolous and not worthy of a man’s attention.
“I do, Lady Eugenia,” Miss Atkinson sta
