“What do you suppose isgoing on?” Christina queried Laurel the moment they had a few minutes tothemselves in the drawing room, filled with the chatter of ladies. Thegentlemen were still at dinner, sharing the customary port.“What?” Laurel asked distractedly, her attention taken up by the tea she waspouring, “I have no idea what you are talking about Christie”“I'm talking about your mysterious guest, Montserrat” Christina replied, “Inoticed Lady Benton did not join us for dinner. Wherever do you think shewent?”“She was unwell and had to leave” Laurel answered, replacing the pot andhanding her a cup of tea, “She most likely went home”“But why did he not accompany her? After all, they came together and it is onlygentlemanly that he sees to her welfare rather than stay and shamelessly flirtwit
