A Lady of His Own
A Lady of His Own
“Penny waved him up the stairs. “Go on. I’ll wait.”
He went, but she followed. He wasn’t surprised when she halted in the open door to his bedchamber and leaned there, arms folded, watching him gather a selection of shirts, cravats, and hose.
“Where have you been keeping them? Your clothes?”
He glanced briefly at her. “In Granville’s old room—the one he used before he succeeded your father.”
“Why there?”
“So I could search it at leisure, and because, if I were Nicholas, it’s the first room I would have searched—it’s therefore a room he’s unlikely to return to, and the maids don’t go in there anymore.”
“You didn’t find anything?”
“No. A diary would have been too much to hope for.”
“From Granville? Indeed.” After a moment, she asked, “How did you get back to my room last night? I thought you’d left the house.”
He wrapped his selections in a soft hunting jacket. “No. Norris knows I don’t leave. I head for the garden door, then go up the back stairs.”
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