Chapter Eleven
“Is she here yet?” Margaret asked, appearing in the room like a ghost.
“Not as far as I know,” Warwick answered, not even looking up from his current occupation of filling his plate with eggs, a ham steak, and potatoes.
“Oh, goodness,” she said, probably wringing her hands if Warwick knew his sister, and he did. “Perhaps we should send a note asking her when she’ll be arriving?”
He finally turned to her. She looked pale and drawn. “Did you get any sleep last night?” he asked.
“No, why, do I look as if I haven’t slept?” she asked, a panicked note to her voice.
“No! No. You look radiant,” he said.
“I do not! You are a horrid liar, Warwick,” his sister said but smiled at him nonetheless.
He flicked a finger across her cheek as he passed her on his way to his seat at th
