any chances.â
They made it to the hall and were moving at a brisk pace down it before the sound of footsteps echoed behind him. Even though Ruth kept trying to prod him along, he slowed to a stop, turned, and found Felicia limping after them. He looked to her feet and couldnât help but grin. She was wearing two completely different shoes, one with a high heel and one with a low heel, which went far in explaining her lopsided gait.
âYou should have kept moving,â Ruth mumbled, right before Felicia teetered to a stop in front of them and plopped her hands on her hips. Ruth released a dramatic sigh. âAre you aware, dear, that youâre wearing two different shoes?â
Felicia lifted her black skirt, looked down for a moment, dropped the skirt back into place, and shrugged. âSo I am. How odd.â
âYes, it is odd, much like your demeanor, which is why youâre going to bid Mr. Sumner a good day and return to your room. I suggest you spend the rest of the afternoon taking a good, long nap.â
âIâm not tired.â
âBe that as it may,â Ruth returned between now clenched teeth, âitâs past time Grayson took his leave.â
âIâm going with him.â
Ruth shook her head. âThat wouldnât be wise.â
âI canât ignore Elizaâs invitation, and it would be beyond rude to Mr. Sumner if he came all this way to fetch me but then was forced to leave me behind.â She turned to him. âIâll be right back. I just need to change my shoes.â With that, she began to limp down the hall.
âIf youâre determined to continue on with this madness,â Ruth called after her, âyou might want to fetch a hat as well.â
Felicia looked over her shoulder. âClara never wore a hat.â
Ruth closed her eyes for just a moment, opened them, and shook her head. âIt is beyond me at times like this why people feel inclined to have children.â
âTo bring you joy and comfort in your old age, of course,â Felicia said briskly before she turned her head and hurried off down the hallway.
âSheâs in an unusual mood,â Grayson said to fill the silence Feliciaâs departure had caused.
âIâm afraid I canât argue with you about that.â Ruth sighed. âI should not have agreed to the plan of having you come after her, especially knowing the disappointment she suffered today. I think the only prudent thing to do now is to summon my carriage and accompany Felicia over to your sisterâs house myself. Eliza did, in fact, issue me an invitation, but . . .â Ruth suddenly looked a little shifty. âIt might be for the best if you didnât mention that to Felicia.â
âShould I even bother to ask why youâve allowed your daughter to believe you werenât invited?â
Ruth began to fan her face with her hand. âProbably not, and it hardly matters now. What does matter is rescuing you from mysomewhat deranged daughter.â Ruth stopped fanning her face. âDo forgive me, for you have no idea what Iâm speaking about, but Iâm afraid Iâm not at liberty to disclose the particulars.â
âEliza told me about Reverend Fraser and Feliciaâs affection for him.â
âI was under the impression Felicia had kept that affection a well-guarded secret.â
âIâm sure she did, but Elizaâs always been intuitive, and sheâs great friends with Agatha, one of New York Cityâs rising journalists. It probably didnât take much pondering for them to figure out Feliciaâs secret. I must admit, learning about Feliciaâs interest in Reverend Fraser explained quite a few things about her, especially why sheâs never shown an interest in any of the gentlemen Iâve watched you parade before her.â
Ruthâs eyes turned cunning. âI think sheâs shown a
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