Chapter Seventeen
Octavius strolled in the shrubbery with Dex, waiting for Miss Toogood to join them. The stream burbled and the beech trees rustled their leaves and gravel crunched quietly beneath his feet. Ten minutes passed, then twenty.
“I don’t think she’s coming,” Octavius said finally, kicking a lump of gravel into the bushes.
“Doesn’t look like it. Sorry, old chap.”
Octavius shrugged as if it didn’t matter, but it did. He’d hoped Miss Toogood would join them but, obviously, perfect governesses didn’t leave their charges, even when those charges were in the company of an uncle.
He suppressed a sigh.
Dex didn’t tease him, which Octavius appreciated. In fact, there was a lot about his cousin that he’d come to appreciate in the past few days. Dex could be damned annoying, but he
