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really did. Most of the time.
    Sarah smiled slyly, her dark eyes alight with mischief. “He used to call her Bug.”
    â€œSarah!” Honoria glared at her. She did not need it put about that she had once been likened to an insect by an earl of the realm. “It was a long time ago,” she said with all the dignity she could muster. “I was seven.”
    â€œHow old was he?” Iris asked.
    Honoria thought for a moment. “Thirteen, most likely.”
    â€œWell, that explains it,” Cecily said with a wave of her hand. “Boys are beasts.”
    Honoria nodded politely. Cecily had seven younger brothers. She ought to know.
    â€œStill,” Cecily said, all drama, “how coincidental that he should come across you on the street.”
    â€œFortuitous,” Sarah agreed.
    â€œAlmost as if he were following you,” Cecily added, leaning forward with widened eyes.
    â€œNow that is just silly,” Honoria said.
    â€œWell, of course,” Cecily replied, her tone going right back to brisk and businesslike. “That would never happen. I was merely saying that it seemed as if he had.”
    â€œHe lives nearby,” Honoria said, waving her hand in the direction of nothing in particular. She had a terrible sense of direction; she couldn’t have said which way was north if her life depended on it. And anyway, she had no idea which way one had to travel out of Cambridge to get to Fensmore in the first place.
    â€œHis estate adjoins ours,” Cecily said.
    â€œIt does?” This, from Sarah. With great interest.
    â€œOr perhaps I should say it surrounds us,” Cecily said with a little laugh. “The man owns half of northern Cambridgeshire. I do believe his property touches Bricstan on the north, south, and west.”
    â€œAnd on the east?” Iris wondered. To Honoria she added, “It’s the logical next question.”
    Cecily blinked, considering this. “That would probably send you onto his land, as well. You can make your way out through a little section to the southeast. But then you would end up at the vicarage, so really, what would be the point?”
    â€œIs it far?” Sarah asked.
    â€œBricstan?”
    â€œNo,” Sarah retorted, with no small measure of impatience. “Fensmore.”
    â€œOh. No, not really. We’re twenty miles away, so he would be only a little farther.” Cecily paused for a moment, thinking. “He might keep a town home here as well. I’m not sure.”
    The Royles were firm East Anglians, keeping a town home in Cambridge and a country home just a bit to the north. When they went to London, they rented.
    â€œWe should go,” Sarah said suddenly. “This weekend.”
    â€œGo?” Iris asked. “Where?”
    â€œTo the country?” Cecily replied.
    â€œYes,” Sarah said, her voice rising with excitement. “It would extend our visit by only a few days, so surely our families could make no objection.” She turned slightly, sending her words directly toward Cecily. “Your mother can host a small house party. We can invite some of the university students. Surely they will be grateful for a respite from school life.”
    â€œI’ve heard the food there is very bad,” Iris said.
    â€œIt’s an interesting idea,” Cecily mused.
    â€œIt’s a spectacular idea,” Sarah said firmly. “Go ask your mother. Now, before Lord Chatteris arrives.”
    Honoria gasped. “Surely you don’t mean to invite him ?” It had been lovely to see him the day before, but the last thing she wanted was to spend an entire house party in his company. If he attended, she could bid any hopes of attracting the attention of a young gentleman good-bye. Marcus had a way of glowering when he disapproved of her behavior. And his glowers had a way of scaring off every human being in the vicinity.
    That he might not disapprove of her