Chapter Twenty-Five
Oliver saw Ninian safely settled in the yellow salon with Miss Cheevers and her mother. Miss Middleton-Murray was there, too, wearing a gown that displayed her décolletage. She gave him a pretty, smiling glance through her eyelashes and flashed her dimples at him.
Oliver ignored her and went hunting for Rhodes and Primrose. They weren’t far away—both in the library, Rhodes reading the London newspaper, Primrose perusing the shelves in the upper gallery.
They looked around at his entrance.
Oliver stroked his nose, and was delighted by the alacrity with which Rhodes thrust aside the newspaper and Primrose abandoned the bookshelves. She descended the stairs from the gallery at an unladylike pace, reaching Oliver only a few seconds behind Rhodes.
“Like magic, it is,” O
