“Now she was aware that the Dreadful DeLuceys weren't the only ones who knew how to make dramatic entrances. She had been too agitated yesterday, too conscious of being unwelcome and too much occupied in steeling herself against the hurt and frustration, to study her audience very carefully. In any case, Mandeville, who'd come storming in like a Visigoth invasion, took center stage. Still, she'd been aware of Northwick. Though he'd said very little and looked very bored, she had felt herself und...er an unusually keen scrutiny. Without question, he had made her far more uneasy than his openly hostile father had done. Clearly, Northwick was nobody's fool. She sank into the nearest chair, her heart pounding. She'd known Rathbourne must be found out sooner or later. But knowing it was not the same as seeing and hearing it happen. He did not appear in the least discomposed. "Ah, then you were not taken in by the 'mad brother Derek' business," he said. "I know Bathsheba Wingate has no siblings," Lord Northwick said.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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