Chapter Twenty-Three
Primrose waited in her room, pacing the floor, watching the clock on the mantelpiece. When half an hour had ticked past, she hastened to Rhodes’s bedchamber.
Monsieur Benoît opened the door. Rhodes stood by the fireplace, arms folded, unsmiling.
Primrose crossed to her brother. “Well?” she said, by way of greeting.
He grimaced. “Guess who I ran into outside Ollie’s door?”
Her heart sank. “Not Lord Algernon?”
“None other. I bumped into him—quite literally.”
“That’s . . . unfortunate.”
“He knows I’m up and about, now. Damn it.”
A quiet knock sounded on the door. This time, it was Ninian Dasenby who stood on the threshold.
Primrose directed her warmest smile at him. “Come in, Mr. Dasenby.”
Dasenby hesitated, and then did so. His manner was apprehensive, his eye
