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Daht she’d prayed for his return, and now part of her wished he’d never come back

So was afoot at Dunnam Park

Raised voices echoed fro room Arabella’s harpy shriek was at the centre of the mayhem Cecil offered a few mumbled protests, while Randall spoke in the sickly suave way that made him sound superior

The words ruined and stupid were but two Lydia heard clearly

Lydia crept closer to the door Thankfully, Ada had gone to the kitchen else she would have surely sneezed or coughed or done so to alert Arabella of their presence

“Enough is enough, Cecil” Arabella must have hit the table because the teacups clattered on the saucers “We must address this problem at once Do you hear er”

Cecil groaned “Can we not just wait and hope the whole da will blow over?”

“Blow over? Blow over! Trust you to make a such a spineless cos work? It starts as a spark

and ignites into an inferno”

“Arabella is right, of course,” Lord Randall said coolly “And the letter is froossip”

“Do you not care for the girl?” Arabella snapped

The girl?

The coument?

“I would hardly call Lady Martin a girl” Cecil gave a weak chuckle “The matron must be sixty”

Oh, her poor brother really was obtuse