The Wolfe Wager
“Swinton’s book-room with its rows of bookshelves and comfortable chairs. Not, she had to own, for the reason Vanessa would have enjoyed it, for Eveline did not share her friend’s delight in reading. She had chosen this room because it was deserted. Mr. Swinton’s guests were engrossed in card games or had already retired. When she had left, Vanessa had been caught up in conversation with their host, and Eveline had wanted to avoid interfering.
No one else but Vanessa and Lady Mansfield had spoken to her. She was accustomed to that, although she had seen Vanessa’s despair at the cool treatment. Later, she vowed, she would take her bosom-bow aside and ask her not to worry. Censure no longer bothered her. Not since she had met Lord Greybrooke. His genuine acceptance of her, in spite of her family’s shame, convinced her that Vanessa was not the only kind member of the ton.
Eveline smiled as she looked at the sheet of paper on her lap desk. Just writing Lord Greybrooke’s name made her feel ...as if she was going to heaven in a string.MoreLess
No one else but Vanessa and Lady Mansfield had spoken to her. She was accustomed to that, although she had seen Vanessa’s despair at the cool treatment. Later, she vowed, she would take her bosom-bow aside and ask her not to worry. Censure no longer bothered her. Not since she had met Lord Greybrooke. His genuine acceptance of her, in spite of her family’s shame, convinced her that Vanessa was not the only kind member of the ton.
Eveline smiled as she looked at the sheet of paper on her lap desk. Just writing Lord Greybrooke’s name made her feel ...as if she was going to heaven in a string.MoreLess
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