I wanted to tell you,” Elizabeth began in a rush, “how very sorry I am to have dragged you here and subjected you to such humiliation. Mr. Thornton’s behavior was inexcusable, unforgivable.”
“I daresay he was…surprised by our unexpected arrival.”
“Surprised?” Elizabeth repeated, gaping at her. “He was demented! I know you must think-must be wondering what could have led me to have anything at all to do with him before,” she began, “and I cannot honestly tell you what I could possibly have been thinking of.”
“Oh, I don’t find that much mystery,” said Lucinda. “He’s exceedingly handsome.”
Elizabeth would not have been more shocked if Lucinda had called him the soul of amiability. “Handsome!” she began, then she shook her head, trying to clear it. “I must say you’re being very tolerant and kind about all this.”
Lucinda stood up and cast an appraising eye over Elizabeth. “I would not describe my attitude as ‘kind,’” she thoughtfully replied. “Rather I would say it’s one of practicality. The bodice on your gown is quite tight, but attractive for all that. Shall we go down to breakfast?

Author: Judith McNaught