Chapter 21
When he heard the front door close behind his friend, George turned back to Miss Fuller. He did his best to rein in his temper to an appropriate degree. “Miss Fuller, do you have to be so hateful to him? Whatever you may think of…of their friendship, Matthew and your brother were very fond of one another.”
If anything, her face grew darker, her eyes more pinched. For a moment, George feared she was about to scream at him, even lash out hysterically—then, all of a sudden, her rage seemed to subside. “He wasn’t my brother,” she said with quiet dignity. “And my name isn’t Miss Fuller. It’s Mrs. So don’t you presume to tell me how I should or shouldn’t act towards my husband’s seducer.”
George’s jaw dropped. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say. “I had no idea. I swear Matthew didn’
