You," she said, bending an icy eye on Elizabeth, "come with me. You have much to explain, madam, and you can do it while Faulkner attends to your appearance."
"I am " Elizabeth said in a burst of frustrated anger, "going to think of my appearance at a time like this."
The duchess's brows shot into her hairline. "Have you come to persuade them that your husband is innocent?"
"Well, of course I have. I-"
"Then don't shame him more than you already have! You look like a refugee from a dustbin in Bedlam. You'll be lucky if they don't hang for putting them to all this trouble!" She started up the staircase with Elizabeth following slowly behind, listening to her tirade with only half her mind. "Now, if your misbegotten brother would do us the honor of showing himself, your husband might not have to spend the night in a dungeon, which is where Jordan thinks he's going to land if the prosecutors have their way."
Elizabeth stopped on the third step. "Will you listen to me for a moment-" she began angrily.
"I'll listen to you all the way to Westminster," the dowager snapped back sarcastically. "I daresay all London will be eager to hear what you have to say for yourself in tomorrow's paper!"
"For the love of God!" Elizabeth cried at her back, wondering madly to whom she could turn for speedier help. An hour was an eternity! "I have come merely to show that I'm alive. I can prove that Robert is alive and that he came to no harm at Ian's hands, and-"
The duchess lurched around and started down the staircase, her gaze searching Elizabeth's face with a mixture of desperation and hope. "Faulkner!" she barked without turning, "bring whatever you need. You can attend Lady Thornton in the coach!
"I am " Elizabeth said in a burst of frustrated anger, "going to think of my appearance at a time like this."
The duchess's brows shot into her hairline. "Have you come to persuade them that your husband is innocent?"
"Well, of course I have. I-"
"Then don't shame him more than you already have! You look like a refugee from a dustbin in Bedlam. You'll be lucky if they don't hang for putting them to all this trouble!" She started up the staircase with Elizabeth following slowly behind, listening to her tirade with only half her mind. "Now, if your misbegotten brother would do us the honor of showing himself, your husband might not have to spend the night in a dungeon, which is where Jordan thinks he's going to land if the prosecutors have their way."
Elizabeth stopped on the third step. "Will you listen to me for a moment-" she began angrily.
"I'll listen to you all the way to Westminster," the dowager snapped back sarcastically. "I daresay all London will be eager to hear what you have to say for yourself in tomorrow's paper!"
"For the love of God!" Elizabeth cried at her back, wondering madly to whom she could turn for speedier help. An hour was an eternity! "I have come merely to show that I'm alive. I can prove that Robert is alive and that he came to no harm at Ian's hands, and-"
The duchess lurched around and started down the staircase, her gaze searching Elizabeth's face with a mixture of desperation and hope. "Faulkner!" she barked without turning, "bring whatever you need. You can attend Lady Thornton in the coach!
( Judith McNaught )
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