“Who is the chess player?” he asked.
“My husband,” Eliza replied. “I’ve never been able to play the game.”
“Could Lyndsey?”
Graham had walked back into the living room. “I tried to teach her many times. She showed promise, but she wouldn’t persevere with it. Lost interest too rapidly.”
“It was the same with the piano,” confessed Eliza, unable to keep the regret out of her voice.
“Gave up on things too easily,” declared Elliott Graham.
“You pushed her too hard.” Eliza intended it to be taken as an accusation, and it was, but she had said it so calmly that for Elliott to make a scene as a result would have made him look foolish.
Rathe replaced the King and placed his hands in his pockets. “I’ve always enjoyed a good game of chess.”
Eliza Graham was not listening, her interest in ches
