TWENTY SIX
“Where are you coming from, and why are you dressed like a peasant?” Papa demanded, his voice cold and edged with disapproval. “I went horse riding, Papa,” I replied softly, lowering my gaze to the marble floor. Before he could retort, Mr. Henry intervened gently. “Eric, she is but a child. Pray, do not be too harsh on her.” Papa’s brows furrowed. “Perhaps I have been too lenient with her, Henry. That, I daresay, is the very reason she behaves so.” Mr. Henry turned to me then, his tone filled with a quiet reproach. “You made us all quite anxious, my dear. When you could not be found, we feared the worst — that you had fled after last night’s distressing incident. It was a great relief to see you appear at the front door.” Papa’s stern eyes softened only slightly as he said, “Go upstai
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