Chapter 11“Where are you going?” Fletcher demanded of his daughter as she breezed past the open door of his office. His growl made Harry flinch, even though he hadn't seen her. Dear Lord, he's hungover. That's even worse.
“I met a nice young matron in town. She and her daughter invited me to join them for ices, Father,” Fanny explained.
“Step inside here,” Malcolm snapped. “Shut the door.”
Fanny obeyed, leaving Harry standing in the corridor alone. She took the opportunity to creep past the office while her employer couldn't see. Then, unable to proceed outside the suite until her cousin emerged, she examined the darkly stained woodwork of the door and window frames.
Every day, a chambermaid stopped by and polished the ornately fluted alder wood and the diamond-shaped leaded glass pane
