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one-and-twenty, for heaven’s sake. And according to Lady Crowland, at least four men would have offered for her in London if she had not been marked as the future Duchess of Wyndham.
    (Elizabeth, sister that she was, said it was closer to three, but still, the poor girl had been dangling like a string for years.)
    â€œBooks!” Elizabeth announced as they entered the hall. “As promised.”
    At her behest, Elizabeth’s mother had borrowed several books from the dowager. Not that Lady Crowland actually read the books. Lady Crowland read very little outside the gossip pages, but returning them was a fine pretext to visit Belgrave, and she was always in favor of anything that placed Amelia in the vicinity of Thomas.
    No one had the heart to tell her that Amelia rarely even saw Thomas when she was at Belgrave. Most of the time, she was forced to endure the dowager’s company— company , however, being perhaps too generous a word to describe Augusta Cavendish whilst standing before the young lady who was meant to carry on the Wyndham line.
    The dowager was very good at finding fault. One might even call it her greatest talent.
    And Amelia was her favorite subject.
    But today she had been spared. The dowager was still upstairs, reading her dead son’s Latin conjugations, and so Amelia had ended up sipping tea while Grace and Elizabeth chatted.
    Or rather, Elizabeth chatted. It was all Grace coulddo to nod and murmur in the appropriate moments. One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet him again. And that he’d kissed her. And—
    And she had to stop thinking about him. It was madness. She looked over at the tea tray, wondering if it would be rude to eat the last biscuit.
    â€œâ€”certain you are well, Grace?” Elizabeth said, reaching forward to clasp her hand. “You look very tired.”
    Grace blinked, trying to focus on her dear friend’s face. “I’m sorry,” she said reflexively. “I am quite tired, although that is not an excuse for my inattention.”
    Elizabeth grimaced. She knew the dowager. They all did. “Did she keep you up late last night?”
    Grace nodded. “Yes, although, truthfully, it was not her fault.”
    Elizabeth glanced to the doorway to make sure no one was listening before she replied, “It is always her fault.”
    Grace smiled wryly. “No, this time it really wasn’t. We were…” Well, really, was there any reason not to tell Elizabeth? Thomas already knew, and surely it would be all over the district by nightfall. “We were accosted by highwaymen, actually.”
    â€œOh, my heavens! Grace!” Elizabeth hastily set down her teacup. “No wonder you appear so distracted!”
    â€œHmmm?” Amelia had been staring off into space, as she frequently did while Grace and Elizabeth werenattering on, but this had clearly got her attention.
    â€œI am quite recovered,” Grace assured her. “Just a bit tired, I’m afraid. I did not sleep well.”
    â€œWhat happened?” Amelia asked.
    Elizabeth actually shoved her. “Grace and the dowager were accosted by highwaymen!”
    â€œReally?”
    Grace nodded. “Last night. On the way home from the assembly.” And then she thought— Good Lord, if the highwayman is really the dowager’s grandson, and he is legitimate, what happens to Amelia ?
    But he wasn’t legitimate. He couldn’t be. He might very well be a Cavendish by blood, but surely not by birth. Sons of dukes did not leave legitimate offspring littering the countryside. It simply did not happen.
    â€œDid they take anything?” Amelia asked.
    â€œHow can you be so dispassionate?” Elizabeth demanded. “They pointed a gun at her!” She turned to Grace. “Did