Concordia surreptitiously checked her watch again. When would they go in to dinner? Could she risk staying that long? It was only a matter of time before she encountered the Isleys. She doubted if she could convince them that she was a prospective member of the Daughters of the Black Scroll.
At last, the supper bell rang. Thank goodness. If she could get one final look at the entire assemblage to check for anyone she had missed, then she and Charlotte could make their excuses and leave. She was anxious to write everything down before she forgot something.
Concordia and Charlotte were following Sir Anthony and Lady Dunwick to the supper room when one of the maids approached them.
“Excuse me, sir?” she said. She bobbed a small curtsy to Sir Anthony. “Mr. Isley asked you and your party t
