Finding Sir Lyle proved to be tricky. He was not in his Bath apartments, nor was he at any of the several entertainments that Catherine visited. The evening was darkening when she finally thought to visit Melinda’s home, where a quiet card party was taking place.
“Sir Lyle? I expect Robin would know – he went riding with him yesterday. Let me ask him. But how are you, Catherine? I have not seen you in so long.” Melinda stepped back and surveyed her critically. Catherine flushed. She felt bloated and very large.
“I did not think to change my dress before I left,” she confessed.
“You look well,” Melinda said reassuringly. “You are not ill?”
“Sometimes. Not very. Oh, Melinda, would you ask Robin? Would you ask him now?”
“Is something wrong, Catherine?” Melinda looked over her shoulder, t
