Chapter Thirty-One
The day was bright and clear, Elizabeth found as she stepped out of her house, Matthew’s hand safely tucked into her own. It was odd that the weather was so fine when her mind was in such a fog. Perhaps, she thought, some of that clarity would seep in.
Sadly, there was no other way to get to the smaller paths in the park except to go in the main gate. They had crossed the street and were headed that way when Elizabeth was horrified to see Lady Findlater and her now constant companion, Lady Wraxley, approaching her. What could those two women be doing out at this time of the morning, Elizabeth wondered.
She briefly contemplated ducking her head or crossing back to the other side of the street, but then she’d never thought of herself as a coward. What sort of example wo
