In approximately an hour he returned to collect Evie, while a brawny lad carried the trunk and valise to the waiting carriage. I’m going downstairs to see that the carriage is made ready.” Dropping a leather roll of shaving implements into his trunk, he closed the lid and spoke casually to Evie. She lingered over breakfast while Sebastian shaved and finished dressing. The meal was a simple one, hardly comparable to the spectacular English breakfasts at Lord Westcliff’s Hampshire estate, but it was hot and plentiful, and Evie was far too ravenous to find fault with anything. Evie devoured her food hungrily, washing it down with strong tea. There were also yeast rolls called bannocks, rashers of cold boiled bacon, smoked haddock, and a large bowl of smoked oysters, and broad slices of toasted bread heaped with marmalade. There was porridge flavored with salt and butter, as the Scots considered it a sacrilege to sweeten it with treacle. However, she would never allow herself to suffer the bite of jealousy or the fear of betrayal.Ĭoming to seat Evie at the table, Sebastian served her first. Evie had no doubt that it would be devastating to a wife who loved him. A man of his looks and position would always be sought after by women. Clearly, their behavior was so commonplace as to go unnoticed. She glanced at Sebastian to observe his reaction to the chambermaids’ dazzled admiration, but he seemed oblivious.
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