My Favorite Rogue by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

My Dearest Drake,

Forgive me for not writing. I fell from a tree and my arm was dislocated. It was dreadfully painful. I now understand why mother said ladies should not climb trees. So, I have climbed my last tree.

Ever Yours,

Emmaline

SHE WISHED IT WERE RAINING.

And she hated the rain.

But today the sun’s bright rays were so abundantly, well, bright, and it was making it difficult for her to remain buried in her cocoon of covers, pretending it was still time to be abed.

Anything so she didn’t have to face the inevitable confrontation with her brother.

After the tumultuous exchange between Drake and Sebastian that previous evening, Sebastian had chosen to let the matter rest. Emmaline had been dealt a reprieve. Alas, today was the day she visited London Hospital.

Emmaline sighed.

The last thing she wanted to endure was a closed carriage ride with Sebastian. She considered postponing her trip until tomorrow. That would allow her a brief reprieve from—

“My lady?”

Her maid, Grace, hovered in the doorway.

Emmaline waved her in.

Grace hurried over to Emmaline’s armoire. “His Grace wanted me to remind you of your visit to London Hospital.”

Emmaline scrubbed her hand across her eyes. “Was that all?” If she knew her brother as well as she believed she did, then there was certainly more.

Grace’s hand, which had been ruffling through Emmaline’s row of day gowns, paused. “He also instructed me to tell you—” she cleared her throat, “—that you couldn’t hide in your room forever. His Grace’s, words, of course.”

“Of course.”

Grace returned her focus to her efforts at hand. She apparently would rather choose to ignore Emmaline’s stinging sarcasm.

Oh, he was an insufferable bother.

Tossing the covers aside, she flung her feet over the side of the bed and jumped to the floor. “Help me dress, Grace.”

The ever diligent Grace was already crossing the room with an ivory silk organza creation draped over her arms.

Emmaline allowed her maid to assist her out of her nightgown and into the lovely gown. She stood in front of the floor-length ornate silver mirror, trimmed in roses not really seeing Grace’s final efforts.

What could she possibly say to Sebastian that would make any sense? How could she brush aside his very legitimate concerns of her betrothal, when she herself saw merit in them? In four months she would be one and twenty, and another year would be behind her, leaving her still unwed.

Grace cleared her throat. “My lady?”

Emmaline jumped. “Ah, yes, thank you, Grace.”

And because Sebastian was correct and she couldn’t stay in her room forever, she left the sanctuary of her chambers.

She found him waiting for her at the base of the stairs with a book tucked under one arm, and checking his timepiece.

He spied her coming and slipped the piece back into his jacket. “I took the liberty of selecting your reading selection for the men today,” he said by way of greeting.

He held up the maroon leather volume up for her inspection.

She read the title. “Byron,” she murmured. “I thought you found all poetry to be rubbish.

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