Making his way through the crowd to reach his sister’s side, he took her elbow, murmuring into her ear that she deport herself with more decorum if people weren’t to revile her as much as Miss Rosington.
His sister pulled away, protesting loudly. ‘What does it matter what people think, when I’m to be hustled into holy orders. And why? Because I’ve been made to look the biggest fool and even my family can’t bear the shame.’
‘Holy orders was your idea, Charlotte, and you know it,’ Perry muttered.
He caught Miss Rosington’s eyes. She was pale and appeared shocked, staring about her as if she truly could not believe what was happening. If he didn’t feel so badly used, he might have felt sorry for her. Clearly, she’d thought nothing of playing with his heart, so why she should look at him in
