Perhaps you met my mother-she and I look very similar. She and my father traveled quite a bit before I was born."
"That's possible,I suppose," he said, as if not enitrely convinced.
"Sir Reginald." Dougal broke in on their conversation, entirely against common etiquette. "Perhaps you mistake Miss MacFarlane with a dream." He let his gaze linger over her in a similar fashion. "I often do."
Sophia's face burned. Fiona choked on her wine, and Jack patted her back, glaring at Dougal. The judge let out a snort of laughter, while Mrs. Kent sent dagger glances at Sophia, and Miss Stanton, oblivious to it all, asked for the salt.

Auteur: Karen Hawkins