Chapter Nine
When Octavius had told Dex and Newingham that he intended to teach Miss Toogood some techniques with which to defend herself, Dex hadn’t turned a hair. Newingham, however, had been shocked. Shocked about the droit de seigneur. Shocked that Octavius intended to give Miss Toogood a lesson in self-defense. Shocked, period.
But Newingham was a pretty easygoing fellow, and after he’d stopped squawking and spluttering he’d agreed to assist with the lesson.
Now that the girls had gone to bed, that time had come.
“The schoolroom?” Octavius suggested.
Miss Toogood lit the candles in the schoolroom, then blew out the taper and turned to face him. She looked a little self-conscious, a little awkward, and he couldn’t blame her. What they were about to do was highly irregular. Scandal
