Chapter Twenty
Cassandra could not believe it. Lord Felbridge calling at ten o’clock? But there it was, his card was in her hand and the footman was waiting for an answer.
She looked to Aunt Bradmore, who sat next to her at the breakfast table. “What do you suppose he wants?”
“At this hour of the morning, Cassandra, there is only one thing that a gentlemen wants. Clearly he is here to propose, and after his behavior last night, I am not overly surprised. The question is, what are you going to do?” She took a sip of her tea and waited for an answer.
Cassandra too drank some of her tea, but only as an excuse to postpone answering her cousin’s question. She turned to the waiting footman. “Show his lordship into the drawing room and tell him I will be with him momentarily.”
She then tur
