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If her mother learned of this, she would be taken with fits.
    She added, “But we should probably be discreet. At least for now.”
    Something flashed in his eyes, and she was worried she’d offended him. It wasn’t that she was ashamed, of course. Just careful.
    She fingered the vial of tincture hanging around her neck. Old habits were difficult to break.
    He reached to untie the reins. “I’d best be getting you back to the rooming house. I did promise your mother you wouldn’t freckle.” He gave her a wry wink. “I hear there may be a shilling in it for me.”
    “Wait,” she said.
    Before he could set the team in motion, she rose up on the curricle seat, turned, and forced down the collapsible cover so that sunlight splashed them both.
    “There.” She removed her cloak and settled beside him, putting her arm through his. “Now we can go.”

 
    C HAPTER 4
    “I ’ve assigned all the parts,” Charlotte said, handing copies of the play to the assembled ladies in the Queen’s Ruby. “We’ll read through it once this morning.”
    “Heaven knows, there’s nothing else to do,” lamented Miss Price, looking out the window at another rainy day.
    Diana looked down at her copy with U RSULA labeled at the top. “Really, I didn’t think this was settled. Why am I playing Ursula?”
    Charlotte said, “It’s the easiest role in the play, I promise you. The rest of us will be running about screaming and pleading for our lives, and you just stand there and look pure.”
    Diana lifted a brow. Pure? Would they still find her the ideal person for this role if they knew she’d been kissing Mr. Dawes in the vicar’s curricle yesterday?
    No, not kissing Mr. Dawes. Kissing Aaron .
    Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.
    “ Diana. ”
    She shook herself. “I’m sorry, what?”
    “It’s your line.”
    She scanned the first page and found her part, then read aloud in an even voice. “Oh, wreck and woe. My father hath betrothed me to the son of a heathen king. I should sooner die than be so defiled.”
    “Do speak up, Diana,” her mother chided from across the room. “No one can hear you. Imagine Lord Drewe is standing just offstage, waiting for his cue.”
    “And put emotion into it,” Charlotte added. She stood and flung one arm to the side, pressing the other wrist to her brow. “Oh, wreck and WOE. I should sooner DIE.”
    Diana sighed. “I don’t think I possess the dramatic talent for this.”
    “Of course you do.”
    “Well, perhaps I just don’t feel equal to it today.”
    “Are you ill?” Mama asked sharply.
    Diana paused. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t hide behind this excuse any longer. But she didn’t want to be sitting here in the rooming house when she could be with Aaron.
    Kissing Aaron. Touching Aaron. Embracing Aaron and feeling surrounded by his big, strong arms.
    She had no heart to play the martyred virgin right now.
    “I knew it,” Mama wailed. “Oh, I knew that sun would do you an ill turn. No more rehearsal for you today. Go straight upstairs and rest. I will not have you falling ill when it’s time for our outing to Ambervale. Do you have any more of that infusion from Lady Rycliff?”
    “I’m sure I don’t need an infusion, Mama. But perhaps I will go.” She turned to Miss Bertram. “Would you be so kind as to read my part for today?”
    Miss Bertram’s eyebrows rose in alarm. “Oh, I . . . I don’t know.”
    “I think you would make a marvelous Ursula. And you would be doing me a great favor.”
    The girl took the booklet from Diana’s hand, smiling shyly. “Well, Mr. Evermoore does love my reading voice.”
    “I’m sure he does.”
    Diana tried to soothe her conscience as she left the room. She hadn’t lied. Mama had merely assumed, wrongly, that she felt ill. Just like she assumed, wrongly, that Diana would follow her instructions to go upstairs and rest.
    But she didn’t.
    Instead, she gathered her cloak and slipped out the rear door.
    A s she neared the smithy,