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he didn’t like them, but maybe that wasn’t it Maybe she just hadn’t liked herself when she ith them

She looked up Mr St Clair was leaning back in his seat, his face looking a little bit bored, a little bit amused—that sophisticated and urbane sort of expression ht to emulate Mr St Clair, she decided, did it better than most

“You look rather serious for an evening of bovine pentameter,” he remarked

Hyacinth looked over at the stage in surprise “Are we expecting cows as well?”

He handed the s myself for the worst”

Hyacinth sent And very, very handsoh that had certainly never been in doubt

He was, she realized, everything she’d always told herself she was looking for in a husband

Good God

“Are you all right?” he asked, sitting up quite suddenly

“Fine,” she croaked “Why?”

“You looked…” He cleared his throat “Well, you looked…ah…I’m sorry I can’t say it to a woman”

“Even one you’re not trying to impress?” Hyacinth quipped But her voice sounded a little bit strained

He stared at her for a mooing to be sick”

“I’ resolutely forward Gareth St Clair was not everything she’d ever wanted in a husband He couldn’t be “And I don’t swoon, either,” she added “Ever”

“Now you look angry,” he murmured