Emma experienced a terrible sensation, realizing that her speech resembles bleating sheep. She even thought that the cousin gave a weak moan about this.
"I hope you did not miss the rest of the day?" The duke turned to Emma politely.
"Thank you, everything is fine with me." Emma grabbed the chair with a dead grip, while Bell watched this exchange of courtesies with undisguised interest, quickly turning her head toward Emma, then toward Alex.
"I feel like I'm on stage ..." Emma could not resist.
- Yes? And what's the matter?
"Really, I myself do not know."
"Then perhaps I'll have another drink."
Alex crossed the room and poured himself a whiskey. When he was heading back, he almost touched Emma and whispered in her ear:
"Do not break the furniture, dear: it's one of my mother's favo
