Chapter 11
“Royce!” Shouted Helmsdon.
Jane screamed, spilling wine down the front of her gown.
Straining and bunching his muscles, the earl twisted, throwing himself sideways. He came down on his left side, landing on his leg. His face twisted in agony as pain shot up his leg. Edward fell forward from the force of the earl’s movement to save him, his little body sprawling across Millicent as she landed on Royce’s chest. The earl’s breath went out in a whoosh, leaving him stunned and gasping.
Millicent screamed hysterically and batted at Edward, pushing at him. ”Get off, you little monster! Oh, you’ve smashed my bonnet! It’s all your fault, you miserable brat!” she sobbed, clasping the earl’s broad chest. The earl winced and gulped air, his head shaking negatively, though no words would come.
Edward scrambled off her. ”I didn’t do anything!” he cried. His lower lip trembled.
“Of course you didn’t,” Jane snapped, her face white, her eyes glittering angrily. She grabbed Millicent by the arm and yanked her off the earl.
“Wha—Oh, my arm! Stop that; you’re hurting me!” Millicent wailed.
Jane ignored her, finally letting go of her arm when she was clear of the earl. Millicent landed smartly on her posterior and let out another screech. Jane gathered her skirts and crouched down next to Royce.
“My lord, don’t move,” she said earnestly. ”Are you hurt?” She quickly scanned his body.
He nodded. ”My ankle. Sprain, I think,” he rasped out.
“Let me see,” said Lady Elsbeth, coming up behind Jane. ”Jane, we need to get him to lie back. Put his head on your lap and support his shoulders. ” She knelt next to him and began to prod his legs gently. With the marquis’s assistance, she carefully lifted one leg off the other, then straightened the left leg, which had taken the brunt of the fall. The earl stiffened, his face white. Jane bit her lower lip as she watched him stoically accept Lady Elsbeth’s ministrations.
“We’d best cut that boot off,” Lady Elsbeth said, raising her head to call out to Jeremy to fetch a knife.
“No!” protested Royce. ”Pull it off.”
“But my lord, your leg is already beginning to swell.”
“Don’t cut the boot, damn it! Pull it off! I’ll not die, woman.”
Lady Elsbeth raised an eyebrow at his rough manner, then pursed her lips. ”Very well. Bertram, Edward, fetch cloths from the picnic hampers, then run down and dip them in the lake. We’ll need cold water to relieve some of the swelling. Millicent, have Jeremy bring the barouche down here. Sir Helmsdon, please help Jane hold Lord Royce down while John and I pull the boot off.”
Jane’s eyes flickered upward at the use of Lord Conisbrough’s Christian name, but she did not comment. She felt Lord Royce’s muscles bunch as he prepared himself for the agony of having his boot removed.
Millicent opened her mouth to protest, then thought better of it. She flounced out of the Folly, meeting Jeremy halfway as he came to ascertain if there was anything he could do. Rudely she ordered him to bring the carriage about, then flung herself at her mother, sobbing of her aches and pains.
Serena requested Burry to bring her daughter a glass of wine to settle her poor nerves. ”A fine mess you’ve made of this,” she hissed, perfunctorily patting Millicent’s shoulder.
“But Mama—” Millicent protested, her brown eyes wet with tears.
“Anyone can see he’s dotty for those boys. Probably out of guilt for the way he treated his son. You’d have done better to pretend a similar interest.”
“In those brats?!”
“Hush! Yes. Your behavior was disgraceful! You’ll never win Royce now. We’ll have to arrange another situation.”
Millicent brightened and sat up. ”When?”
“Not until we’ve taken care of Jane. In the meantime, I want you to apologize to Lord Royce and Edward very prettily. Probably to your cousin, as well. Play up ill health, or whatever.”
Millicent slouched back, mutinous. ”I told him I felt faint. That’s why I leaned on him.”
“Good. We’ll use that. Here’s Burry with your wine. Drink this, and then I want you to lie back here and look interestingly pale and wan. When we return to the manor, stay in your room for the rest of the evening.”
Down in the little temple, everyone was slowly relaxing. The earl’s boot was off. Carefully Lady Elsbeth wrapped the cold cloths brought up from the lake around the swollen ankle. Jane used an extra cloth to wipe away the perspiration beading on the earl’s forehead.
“I advise you to rest for a moment before we jostle you further to get you into the carriage.”
The earl smiled thinly. ”At this point. Lady Elsbeth, I do not think I could do anything but rest.”
Lady Elsbeth rolled back on her heels and allowed Lord Conisbrough to help her to her feet. She shook out her skirts. ”I have some salves I should like to put on it when we get back to the house. They will help relieve the pain and take down some of the swelling. You will, of course, remain at Penwick overnight. Lord Conisbrough is welcome, as well. We shall send a groom to Royceland with a message to your people. They can send over anything you’ll need.”
Lord Royce opened his mouth to protest, then closed it. He turned his head to look at Conisbrough. ”Wellington could have used her on the peninsula,” he observed, faintly smiling.
Everyone laughed, the tensions broken. Lady Elsbeth blushed.
Royce struggled up on his elbows. ”If I must get up sometime, we might as well get it over with.”
Helmsdon and Conisbrough each grabbed an arm and hoisted him up, then they put his arms about their shoulders and half carried, half led him to the carriage. Lady Elsbeth got in first and instructed Jane to get in as well and sit opposite her. ”Do not try to get up on a seat, my lord. Just slide backward on the floor. The less weight you try to place on the ankle, the better.” She looked up at Conisbrough and Helmsdon. ”Please see that the others get back safely. Give them our apologies, of course. We’ll meet you back at Penwick,” she said, waving her arm at the groom and signaling him to set off.
At Penwick, two strapping grooms carried the earl into the house. Lady Elsbeth directed them to take him to the third bedroom in the ground floor family apartments. Jane looked at her quizzically.
“It is fortunate we had these rooms cleaned. The stairs would be much too difficult to maneuver,” her aunt responded.
”I agree. But won’t the others think it a trifle odd?”
“I am more concerned with Lord Royce’s speedy recovery than I am the glib tongues of our guests.”
Jane laughed. ”Just remember the quote about gossip you copied in your journal and made me read.”
“Touché, my dear. It is always easier to preach than to practice. But what would they expect a man with a game leg to be able to do? Let alone wish to do, under the circumstances,” she said, a hint of biting humor coloring her words. ”I have to go to the stillroom for my salves. Would you please request Mrs. Phibbs to get some clean linens to wrap the ankle in? Then you’d best see about taking his lordship a large medicinal glass of port. After the jarring the ankle has taken already, it will hurt when I touch it, but we have no choice.”
“Lord Royce was correct. You would have been an able commander!” Jane wryly observed before she went off to do her aunt’s bidding.
The guests and the children arrived at Penwick as Elsbeth was preparing to slather one of her salves on the earl’s ankle. Lady Serena insisted on visiting with the earl to offer her sympathies. The rest of the picnic party followed, trooping through the small bedroom to see for themselves that he was not seriously hurt and that Lady Elsbeth could be trusted to bandage his ankle. While their questions ruffled Lady Elsbeth, they served to amuse the earl. Soon he was laughing and exchanging quips with the marquis and promising Sir Helmsdon he’d serve him a like turn.
Lady Serena came up beside her younger sister, her back pointedly to the earl. ”Elsbeth, a word, please,” she said sotto voce.
“Not now.” Elsbeth turned toward Jane, who stood at the side of the bed cutting linen bandages. ”Hand me that piece of cloth, would you please? I want to put it over the bedclothes before I put the salve on. This mixture stains dreadfully.”
“Elsbeth! This is important!”
“Then talk to me while I rub salve over Lord Royce’s ankle,” Lady Elsbeth returned, her attention on her work.
Lady Serena looked at her, disgusted. ”I don’t think the earl should be in this isolated wing with you and Jane. It’s unseemly! He should be moved upstairs with the rest of the guests. Frankly, I can’t see why you stay down in this drafty old set of rooms. There are plenty of rooms upstairs.”
“Why do you want the earl upstairs?” Jane asked softly, not caring if her aunt knew she eavesdropped. She made a mental note to chastise herself later for succumbing to Jeremy’s failing. ”Would it be so Millicent can conveniently walk in her sleep again?”
Lady Serena glanced disdainfully at Jane as if she were unworthy of notice. Lady Elsbeth looked at her sister and then at Jane. ”Mr. Hedgeworth?” she asked, amused. She suddenly understood how Millicent had captured her husband.
Her sister’s nostrils flared, and her jaw grew rigid. ”Don’t be ridiculous!” she snapped. She spun away and stood stiffly by Mr. Burry.
With mock gruffness, Lady Elsbeth shooed everyone toward the door so that she could bandage the earl’s ankle.
Ignoring her sister, Lady Serena folded her hands in front of her and sighed theatrically for the others” benefit. ”Two invalids from an outdoor entertainment. I warned you how it would be, Elsbeth.” She was outwardly calm, but anger colored her words.
“Two?” Elsbeth repeated, puzzled.
“My poor dear Millicent is right now upstairs, alone, prostrate from the heat.”
Jane glanced up, astonished. She exchanged smiles of surprised amusement with the earl.
Lady Serena saw Jane’s astonishment turning to laughter. ”Millicent is a delicate, refined creature,” she said archly, implying that Jane was not. ”She is devastated by the accident her fainting spell caused. Though I understand, after listening to the boys” ceaseless chatter, that the actual fault must lie with you, Sir Helmsdon. It was your toy that Lord Royce so unfortunately slipped on. Ah, well,” she continued quickly, refusing to allow Sir Helmsdon an answer, “there is no coin in consideration of what might have been. Now my poor Millicent bears two burdens: her ill health and her guilt. Not to mention the dreadful bruises I fear will show by morning. Poor child. Elsbeth, do you have some medicine that might also relieve my daughter’s suffering?”
Lady Elsbeth nodded. ”When I’ve finished here,” she said shortly, not trusting herself to say more.
Lady Serena smiled. ”Of course. Now, everyone out so my sister may tend to Lord Royce and afterward, dear Millicent.” She held the door open and looked pointedly at the others. All but Jane and Lord Conisbrough moved to obey. She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. ”Do you think it wise, Elsbeth, for Jane to stay in a man’s room?” she said for all to hear.
“I require Jane’s assistance. The only problems I could foresee would be those created by malicious, unwarranted gossip. Be that as it may, Serena, what is it you expect the earl to do in his present state?”
Lady Serena spasmodically opened and closed her mouth like a landed fish. Then color rose up her neck, and her eyebrows pulled together. ”There is no need to be crude, Elsbeth,” she said austerely, tossing her head in the air and leaving the room. The door closed smartly behind her.
Those left in the room were silent a moment, then burst into laughter.
“We should not laugh,” Lady Elsbeth said, taking a strip of cloth from Jane and winding it around the earl’s ankle. ”Millicent may indeed be ill.”
“Elsbeth, I can assure you the only illnesses Millicent is suffering from are jealousy and embarrassment.”
“You should be flattered, Miss Grantley,” said the earl, toasting her silently with his port glass.
Jane flushed. ”Oh, not of me, my lord. Of my nephews. You were paying more attention to two ‘scrubby schoolroom brats’ than to her.”
The earl sighed heavily. ”I knew it would somehow come around to being my fault,” he said ruefully.
“You would have done better to hit your ankle with a cricket bat,” Lord Conisbrough offered as he held up the injured member to allow Lady Elsbeth to bandage it.
“Oh, but this was so much more dramatic, I think!” Jane declared, her green eyes glinting. ”I do have a complaint with you over this, Lord Royce. You have quite spoiled my plans for tomorrow’s entertainments. We were planning games and recreations for tomorrow. My brother-in-law is a great sport and game enthusiast; consequently, Penwick is furnished with all manner of equipment. Court tennis, pall mall, battledore and shuttlecock, shovelboard, archery?—”
“Enough, Miss Grantley!” Royce said, laughing. ”I perceive my clumsiness was well-timed. Lady Elsbeth, how long will you have me trussed up in this manner?” he asked, waving his hand to indicate the thick bandage wrapped about his ankle.
Lady Elsbeth rinsed her hands of the salve. ”Not for long, my lord. You will be surprised, come morning, to discover that the ankle will begin to bear weight, though it will be best to avoid walking and to keep it as immobile as possible. The salve will take down most of the swelling and should soothe the ankle. I must apply the salve twice a day as long as any swelling exists, then once a day for two to three days more. Now I suggest you rest. Come, Jane, we’ve left our guests to their own devices far too long.”
Jane nodded and began to move away from the bed only to feel her hand captured by a strong, masculine one. She looked around in confusion.
Royce smiled. It was a smile that reached his eyes, lighting the darkest, shadow-haunted corners. It was the roguish smile that gave truth to his nickname, the Devil’s Disciple. Jane felt a rush of liquid warmth surging through her body. Those strange prickly tingles followed it.
“Thank you,” he said softly. He grinned, then released her hand.
She nodded and turned to follow her aunt out the door, an unreasoning disappointment settling in the vicinity of her heart.
* * *
“O-o-h-h!”keened a low-voiced wail.
Jane was seated before the mirror brushing her hair. She turned her head, her eyebrows raised in patient amused inquiry, to look at Mrs. O”Rourke.
The woman had dragged the rocker into the warm morning sunlight that spilled into the room, savoring the sun’s warmth and the lulling motion of rocking. ”I ken feel it in me pur joints,” she moaned. ”There is wickedness afoot, there is.”
“The only wickedness lies in the port you consume,” drawled Jane. ”That’s gout you’re feeling,” she continued unsympathetically, coiling her hair into a high coronet on top of her head.
“Nay, lass, it’s mortal danger yur in. I have the cursed sight, and well ye know it.”
“What I know is that you have been worse than useless to me this morning. No doubt our guests are already at breakfast. What a poor hostess that makes me! Besides, I’m famished!” She shoved the last of the pins into place, then turned her head from side to side to evaluate her handiwork. She preferred the side curls Mrs. O”Rourke typically coaxed from her hair, but the simple style she’d achieved would serve. She rose from the dressing table.
“Be warned! The clouds of darkness are gathering!” intoned Mrs. O”Rourke, increasing her rocking speed.
Jane glanced out at the bright, sunlit, cloudless sky and shook her head. ”Ask Lady Elsbeth for something to ease the pain. And please, stay away from the bottle,” she said kindly before leaving the room.
“Trust in the Lord!” were the last words she heard. Jane shook her head ruefully, hoping Mrs. O”Rourke”s foolishness was not a harbinger for the day.
Youthful screams and the trampling of running feet greeted Jane as she opened the heavy oak door leading out of her bedroom wing. Careening wildly around a corner came Edward, screaming and laughing. Behind him chased Bertram, threatening to collar him. He was followed by a harassed and frightened Becky.
Jane grabbed Edward’s shoulder as he approached her and spun him about. ”What is this all about?” she demanded as Bertram skittered to a halt beside them.
Bertram swiped at Edward, who ducked. His blow caught Jane on the forearm. ”Sorry, Aunt Jane,” he said as he made another swipe at his brother.
Jane caught his arm. ”I will not have this kind of nonsense. What is going on between you two?”
“Oh, miss,” gasped Becky, her sides heaving from chasing the two boys. She gulped air. ”Edward’s gone and touched Master Bertram’s butterfly collection.”
“I see. Has he harmed it?”
Bertram pouted and scuffed his feet. ”He could have. And he was told never to touch it. He breaks everything.”
“Do not!”
“Do too!”
“Boys, boys! That is enough. Wasn’t Miss Twinkleham supposed to monitor your lessons this morning?”
“She’s sick,” Edward blurted. He glared at his brother. ”Just because you’re older doesn’t mean you can punish me, either. That’s for adults to say,” he shouted belligerently, pushing at his brother’s arm.
“Edward, I said, that’s enough,” Jane repeated.
“What is all this noise?” complained Lady Serena, coming down the stairs. She held her fingertips to her temples. ”Already, it is giving me a headache. How can I coax my poor Millicent to come downstairs to lie on the chaise if all this noise persists?” She waved her hands in the direction of the boys. ”They belong upstairs in the schoolroom, not running about like wild animals among polite company.”
Jane put her arms around the boys’ shoulders. ”They are merely displaying youthful exuberance,” Jane defended, drawing them closer. ”They are at loose ends this morning because their nurse has taken ill.”
“What concern is that of mine? Surely others can care for them. Your concern should be with your guests. Really, Jane, you are not at all practical.” Lady Serena swept past them, her disgust and censure evident in every line of her body.
Jane glared at her retreating back and shook her head. She bent down to talk with the boys quietly. ”This is not a good day for Nurse to be sick. Why don’t you ask Cook for a special treat, then go outside for a while.”
“Can we go up to the Folly?” asked Bertram.
“If Becky goes with you. And this time, there will be no running off alone or climbing trees.” She patted them on the shoulders and pushed them in the direction of the kitchen.
Sir Helmsdon met her as she was about to enter the breakfast parlor.
“A word with you, Miss Grantley?” he asked. ”In private.”
Jane raised an eyebrow but agreed, leading him into the library. Her stomach rumbled in protest. She hoped he did not hear it. She usually never ate much in the mornings, but the previous day’s activities had robbed her of an appetite when they sat down to dinner. This morning she was inelegantly reminded of that circumstance. She took a seat in one of the chairs before the fireplace and invited him to sit opposite.
Sir Helmsdon flipped the tails of his morning coat up and sat on the edge of the seat, one leg stretched out before the other. ”Miss Grantley, will you marry me?” he asked without preamble.
Jane blinked, then rallied. ”We have been through this before. No, Sir Helmsdon, I will not.”
He thrust out his lower lip and nodded a few times as if what she’d said was a matter to be deeply pondered. He placed a hand on his knee, elbow out, and leaned forward. ”I had not thought you would—especially after I observed the state of affairs between you and Lord Royce. But a man’s hope, as it should, dies hard. I should like to remain a friend. There are few women of my acquaintance that have your understanding. Ours is, therefore, an acquaintance I cherish.”
A faint blush warmed Jane’s face. What did he mean about Lord Royce? Worse, why was the mere mention of Royce’s name capable of reducing her to youthful blushes? “I would like that,” she managed stiffly. ”And I’m, I’m sorry I ever harbored the conviction that you were unscrupulous enough to want to kidnap me. That was unfair of me.”
He shrugged, a wry little smile turning up the corners of his lips. ”My circumstances are well known. They are not pretty. Others before me have employed that means. How were you to know I wouldn’t?”
Distracted, she placed her hands primly in her lap and stared off at nothing. She sighed. ”As I stated yesterday, I have discovered that I too often listen to society’s tales and not to my observations. It is a fault I am trying to remedy.”
He sat back a little in his chair, a concerned look hardening his features. ”Miss Grantley, it is admirable, but also foolhardy, to dismiss what one hears,” he said harshly, drawing her attention back to him. ”I wish you would listen to me and heed my words concerning the Willoughbys and your aunt. They are planning mischief.”
“No, sir. You do not know that. I will not listen,” she said decisively, gathering her wits. She stood up, sending Sir Helmsdon surging to his feet as she did.
“Please, Miss Grantley?—”
“No, sir, though I do appreciate your sincerity.”
He shrugged, his hands falling limply by his sides. ”All right. That is a noble attitude. I pray you do not live to regret it.”
A faint wisp of icy dread swept over Jane. She blinked and shivered slightly. Then her spine stiffened in resentment. She would not be a party to idle ruinous gossip!
“I’ll be leaving this afternoon,” he continued, unaware of her reaction. ”I thank you and Lady Elsbeth for your hospitality.”
She relaxed, bestowing that springtime smile on him that few gentlemen ever saw. Then her stomach gurgled, louder than before. Her eyes widened in shock, her hand rising reflexively to her stomach.
Sir Helmsdon laughed. ”I see I am de trop. Come, Miss Grantley, let me not keep you any longer from your breakfast.” In the hall, Jeremy came to her side, impatiently waiting for her to part company with Sir Helmsdon.
“Miss Jane, Lord and Lady Willoughby and Lady Tipton are at breakfast. Miss, I must tell you?—”
“Not again, Jeremy!” Jane interrupted, weary disgust in her voice. ”I’ve warned you repeatedly against eavesdropping. I will not listen to anything you say, and so I shall warn Lady Elsbeth. Perhaps without a suitable audience you will cease.”
”But Miss Jane!” he fairly wailed.
“No! Oh! I shall be glad when Nagel returns to his duties,” she said dramatically, utilizing heartfelt accents.
The young footman drew back a moment, then compressed his thin lips. ”I don’t care what you do, Miss. I will tell you?—”
”Jane! Jane!” called Lady Elsbeth from the top of the stairs. ”We have another invalid. Nurse Twinkleham is sick.”
“Yes, I know, the boys told me.”
“Earlier, I prepared a basket to take to the parsonage. Mrs. Chitterdean sent round word that Reverend Chitterdean has also succumbed, but he can wait a bit, I only trust he does not lose his voice! Right now, I believe Nurse Twinkleham’s need is greater. The basket is in the stillroom. Would you send someone for it, please? And my herbal journal? It’s in my chamber. Oh, and please extend my apologies to our guests.” Lady Elsbeth came halfway down the stairs as Jane sent Jeremy off with a quick wave of her hand.
“Mrs. O”Rourke is suffering gout again,” she told her aunt when they no longer needed to shout.
Lady Elsbeth sighed. ”If Nagel were well, we could trust him to keep the servants out of the wine cellar. I’ll see her later. It will not harm her to suffer a bit. In the meantime, I’ll direct my woman to answer your bell.”
“Thank you. Oh, and I almost forgot. Serena claims Millicent continues to be laid low.”
“I know. Tell her I shall look in on her presently.”
Jane laughed in sympathy. ”I dare swear a London physician is not as busy as you.”
“But at least they are paid!” she answered with a tired laugh. Jane gently reminded her that she’d warned her against being at everyone’s beck and call. Then she relented and told her aunt to rest after she”d finished dispensing her healing herbs; she would see to their guests. Her stomach growled again.
Lady Elsbeth laughed. ”But who shall see to you?” she asked as she turned to go back up the stairs.
After Jane found her aunt’s herb journal, she gave it to a housemaid to take to Lady Elsbeth, then she started purposefully toward the breakfast parlor. Her stomach grumbles were turning to pangs. Mr. Burry met her in the hall.
“Ah, there you are, Miss Grantley. A moment please.”
Jane sighed and stopped, turning to Mr. Burry with exaggerated attentiveness.
“This is deuced awkward to say, but might I trouble you to change my room? It faces east, you see, and gets bright morning sunlight streaming in the smallest crack. It wakes me before times, which just does not sit well with my constitution.” He. leaned forward, confidentially. ”Makes me bilious if I don’t get enough sleep.” He rolled back on his heels, nodding.
“I think we can accommodate you, Mr. Burry. Sir Helmsdon informs me that he will be leaving today. I believe his room to be on the west side. Would that suit you?”
“Oh, indeed, Miss Grantley. Yes, indeed. You are too kind. Sorry to hear Helmsdon’s off. Nice chap. No hope with Royce about, though. Seen that in a trice. Better if it were the Willoughbys leaving, though,” he said with a sad shake of his head.
It was on Jane’s tongue to ask him why, but she refrained. She would not listen to idle gossip and speculation! The habit of years was not changed easily, but she would persevere. Besides, she did not think she was ready to hear explanations for all the veiled comments she’d received regarding the earl. Not because she feared the gossips were right—more out of fear they were wrong. She thought it better to go on not knowing than to risk disappointment.
With slow steps, Jane followed Mr. Burry into the breakfast parlor. She was disappointed to see all of her favorite muffins gone from the breakfast board. With a resigned sigh, she filled her plate and poured herself a cup of coffee. She shook herself out of her reverie and sat in a chair near the Willoughbys, who were just finishing. Though she refused to listen to others” speculation, she decided she would attempt to learn for herself what so disquieted Mr. Burry and Sir Helmsdon. It should make for an amusing game.
She took a sip of tepid coffee and grimaced.
“I’m sorry I cannot offer you any entertainment today,” she told the Willoughbys.
“Quite all right, quite all right Miss—Grantley,” said Lord Willoughby.
The slight hesitation before her last name caught Jane’s attention, as it must have Lady Willoughby, for her brow rose and she threw her husband a sidelong glance.
“Lady Willoughby and I will take a carriage ride today. See a bit of the countryside. Very different from our own, you know,” he continued, with a barking laugh.
“Well, actually, I don’t know,” she answered apologetically. ”I’ve never been in that part of the country. What is it like?”
“What’s it like? Oh, hilly and empty. Lots of windswept moors, gray rock, that sort of thing.” He turned to his wife. ”Are you quite finished, my dear? Then I expect we’d best be off. We’ll talk more this evening, Miss Grantley, eh, what? Come, dear,” he said, pushing back his chair and rising quickly. As he stepped back against the table to allow his wife to pass first, his arm swung backward. It caught the lip of Jane’s cup.
Jane looked down at her plate in time to see the coffee stream into it.
“Oh, I say, I am sorry, Miss Grantley!”
“That’s quite all right, Lord Willoughby. Do not concern yourself. I wasn’t hungry, anyway,” she said with a rueful sigh.