Chapter 12That evening, as had become usual after Sir Eustace’s death and the Scarlett brothers’ departure, we three sat down to dine. Arabella, exceptionally gay, trilled over the time she’d spent with her dear Mr Stephenson.
“He’s such a skilled driver, and never once did I fear he would overturn us, Aunt Cecy!” She glowered at me as if she’d ever been in danger when I handled the ribbons, but that slur on my driving ability disturbed me not a whit, since she and Aunt Cecily were either driven by Thomas Coachman or one of the Scarlett brothers. She sipped at her lemonade, then continued, “He showed me every courtesy, and he handed me out of his curricle ever so gallantly, but I truly do wish you had suggested someplace other than St. Andrew’s to visit. The graveyard is so gothic; I vow
