Chapter 14
Quincy stared at the footman, dumbstruck.
“Have I given offense, sir?”
“No!” She cleared her throat. “That is, I am grateful for your offer, Wilford. I am just used to making do for myself.”
“I see. Of course, sir.” He shook out the nightshirt and dressing gown hanging over his arm and spread them on the bed. “These belong to Master Anthony, the earl’s brother. I trust they’ll do until your own clothing is dry.” He gave her a frank look, his gaze traveling from head to toe. “You seem to be of similar size.”
She fought the urge to snatch up her coat and cover herself. “Thank you, Wilford. That will be all, I think.”
The footman turned to leave but stopped with his hand on the knob. “His lordship has requested supper in one hour. I shall return to help you dress after you ba
