Chapter 20Midmorning the next day I awaited the ladies in the Great Hall, but only Arabella and Miss Munro tripped gaily down the stairs.
“I am so looking forward to this!” Miss Munro trilled.
“Where is Aunt Cecily?”
“She won’t be joining us. She said something about going over the household accounts with Mrs Walker.”
“Ah. Miss Munro, you really don’t need that riding crop.” It was too reminiscent of the crop Sir Eustace had favoured, and I didn’t like the looks of it. “Our horses are very well-behaved.”
“Oh, I never ride without one!” she cried gaily.
“It is not necessary, and I must request that you leave it behind.”
She frowned, for the first time displaying any but the most cordial of countenances, and I was somewhat startled. Was she about to stamp her foot and pout? But then t
