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her untied and holding up those silly pictures she does—but then he grabbed me, and of course it was all ruined.”
    “He grabbed you?”
    “Yes, by the arm. You see, he thought I was going to put on a ghost act myself. And of course there was a tremendous hubbub about it, and they ejected us from the séance.”
    Laughter bubbled up from Kyria’s throat. “Oh my. That must have been quite a scene.”
    “Yes. But the thing is…” Olivia hesitated, and her sisters’ attention sharpened.
    “The thing is?” Thisbe prodded, and Kyria tookOlivia’s arm and guided her over to a bench against the wall of the entry. Gesturing for the footman, she handed him her cloak and motioned him away, then sat down on the bench with Olivia, Thisbe providing the opposite bookend.
    “What is it?” Kyria questioned her in a low voice. “Are you—well, have you developed any feeling for this man?”
    “Kyria!” Olivia gave her a horrified look. “No! How can you ask that? I just met him.”
    “Sometimes it does not take long,” Thisbe, usually the most pragmatic and logical of the sisters, interjected.
    “The thing is…well, when he grabbed my wrist, it jolted me. I actually screamed, I was so surprised. And scared.”
    “Of course. Who wouldn’t be?” Kyria sympathized.
    “But then they lit the lamp and I saw who my captor was, and the oddest thing happened. Even though I did not know him at all, and even though he was looking at me quite fiercely, I was no longer afraid.”
    “Well, I suppose you saw that he was a gentleman and not a ghost or some such. It is what we cannot see that is the most fearsome, ofttimes,” Thisbe said.
    “But it was more than that. I felt the oddest sensation. This sort of tingle ran up my arm, and for just an instant I felt—oh, I don’t know. This sounds mad, I know, but I felt as if I knew him. Yet at the sametime I was sure that I had never seen him before. Of course then he made me quite irritated, and the feeling fled. But still…there was that instant. I don’t know what to make of it.”
    For a moment both sisters looked at her. Then Thisbe said calmly, “It’s chemistry.”
    “What?”
    “That moment of attraction. It is all a chemical reaction. I’m convinced of it. I remember the moment I met Desmond. I have never been so startled in my life by the shiver that ran through me when he turned his eyes to mine. And when he reached out and touched my arm, I felt it all through me. Chemistry.”
    “No! I’m not going to marry the man!” Olivia cried out in protest. “I told you, I scarcely know him. He was perfectly odious, too. Not only did he ruin my chance to expose that dreadful Mrs. Terhune, but then he had the audacity to call us the ‘mad Morelands.’ Right to my face!”
    “No!” Kyria’s green eyes flamed with anger.
    But Thisbe shrugged philosophically. “They all do. It’s their narrow minds. One really has to feel sorry for them.”
    “Well, I don’t,” Kyria said. “I give them a piece of my mind. And if that is the sort of man Lord St. Leger is, then you are better not to feel anything for him.” She reached out and took Olivia’s hand. “Come with me to the soiree, Livvy. We’ll search for a gentleman good enough for you—well, that’s notpossible, I suppose, but at least one who measures up as well as a man can.”
    Olivia gave her a faint smile. “No. Really, Kyria. I’m not interested in Lord St. Leger or any other man. I am fine just as I am. I enjoy what I do, and a gentleman would only interfere.” She smiled over at Thisbe. “Men such as Desmond are few and far between, I’m afraid. To find a man who respects one’s mind and one’s career, even shares it—well, rare isn’t even the word for such a man.” She sighed unconsciously.
    Beside her, Kyria echoed the sigh. Then she summoned up her usual glittering smile. “It is just as well that I decided never to marry, isn’t it? Still, there is fun to be had. Please, do come