Lovely house,” Jack said, as he was led—hands still bound—through the grand entrance of
Belgrave. He turned to the old lady. “Did you decorate? It has that woman‟s touch.”
Miss Eversleigh was trailing behind, but he could hear her choke back a bubble of laughter.
“Oh, let it out, Miss Eversleigh,” he called over his shoulder. “Much better for your
constitution.

Author: Julia Quinn