Page 109 of The Lost Duke of Wyndham

And then, out of nowhere, Amelia whispered, “We could blame the dowager.” As Grace turned to her in confusion, Amelia clarified, “For this. You said it would be easier if we had someone to blame.”

Grace looked over at the dowager, who was seated across from Amelia. She was snoring softly, and her head was perched at what had to be an uncomfortable angle. It was remarkable, but even in repose her mouth was pinched and unpleasant.

“It’s certainly more her fault than anyone else’s,” Amelia added, but Grace noted that she tossed a nervous glance at the dowager as she spoke.

Grace nodded, murmuring, “I cannot disagree with that.”

Amelia stared off into space for several seconds, and then, just when Grace was convinced that she did not plan to respond, she said, “It didn’t make me feel any better.”

“Blaming the dowager?”

“Yes.” Amelia’s shoulders slumped a bit. “It’s still horrible. The whole thing.”

“Dreadful,” Grace agreed.

Amelia turned and looked at her directly. “Sodding bad.”

Grace gasped. “Amelia!”

Amelia’s face wrinkled in thought. “Did I use that correctly?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Oh, come now, don’t tell me you haven’t thought something just as unladylike.”

“I wouldn’t say it.”

The look Amelia gave her was as clear as a dare. “But you thought it.”

Grace felt her lips twitch. “It’s a damned shame.”

“A bloody inconvenience, if you ask me,” Amelia responded, fast enough so Grace knew she’d been saving that one.

“I have an advantage, you know,” Grace said archly.

“Oh, really?”

“Indeed. I am privy to the servants’ talk.”

“Oh, come now, you won’t be convincing me that the housemaids at Belgrave talk like the fishmonger.”

“No, but sometimes the footmen do.”

“In front of you?”

“Not on purpose,” Grace admitted, “but it happens.”

“Very well.” Amelia turned to her with quirked lips and humor in her eyes. “Do your worst.”

Grace thought for a moment and then, after darting a quick glance across the carriage to make sure that the dowager was still asleep, she leaned forward and whispered in Amelia’s ear.

When she was through, Amelia drew back and stared at her, blinking three times before saying, “I’m not sure I know what that means.”

Grace frowned. “I don’t think I do, either.”

“It sounds bad, though.”

“Sodding bad,” Grace said with a smile, and she patted Amelia’s hand.

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