She gazed sternly at her husband and her mother in law, both of whom sat grimly across the other end of the conservatory, having imparted their news, Eliza rigidly composed herself, and impatiently brushing a loosened strand of auburn hair away from her oval face.
"So quite what is it that needs curing? Please do not refrain from explanation, I am quite curious."
Eliza took in deep breaths, trying to frame her emotions into a mode of normality, so as not to give them further course for concern regarding her apparently 'fragile female nerves' as her dear husband, Mr Dunbert so gallantly explained.
Mr Dunbert looked at his dear shapeless mother with some fondness; Eliza certainly didn't. Eliza was satisfied to note that Mother Dunbert was so utterly amorphous in stature that her dress, ex
