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other end of the ballroom. Unlike the menservants, the maids were expected to remain inconspicuous. They were to keep out of the main entertainment rooms, and travel in the serving passages as much as possible or attend the ladies in the retiring rooms, where they repaired hems and stockings, ran back and forth for shawls and wraps, applied sal volatile to the swooners, and cleaned up after the excessively intoxicated.
    She was deciding which of two doorways offered the best eavesdropping vantage point when Longmore stepped into her path.
    “You,” he said.
    “Me, your lordship?” she said, her tongue curling round the broad Lancashire vowels. She was aware she’d forgotten herself a moment ago and spoken to him as she normally did, but Sophy was nothing if not a brazen liar, like the rest of her family. She looked up at him, her great blue eyes as wide as she could make them, and as innocent of comprehension and intelligence as the cows she prided herself on imitating so well.
    “Yes, you,” he said. “I’d know you from a mile away, Miss—”
    “Oh, no, your lordship, it’s no miss but only me, Norton. Can I get you something or other?”
    “Don’t,” he said. “I’m not in the mood for playacting.”
    “You’re going to get me into trouble, sir,” she said. She didn’t add, you great ox. She kept in character, and smiled brightly, opening her eyes wide and hoping he’d read the message there. “No dallying with the guests.”
    “How the devil did he do it?” he said. “Why did she do it? Is she mad?”
    Sophy scanned the area nearby. The guests were busy spreading the news of Lady Clara’s lapse from virtue. Lord Longmore, apparently, was not so interesting—or, more likely, he was alarming enough to discourage anybody from even looking at him in a way that he might not like. Since he’d made his state of mind perfectly clear to the company, no one owning a modicum of sanity would care to try his temper further at present. Everybody would take the greatest care to see nothing whatsoever of where he went or what he did.
    She grabbed his arm. “This way,” she said.
    If he’d balked, she would have had as much luck leading his great carcass along as she would a stopped locomotive.
    But very likely the last thing he expected was to be hauled about by a slip of a female. Whether bemused or merely amused, he went along tamely enough. She led him into one of the serving passages. Since most of the servants were finding excuses to get near the principals of the scandal, she doubted anybody would wander through for a while.
    Still, she looked up and down the passage.
    Certain the coast was clear, she let go of his arm. “Now, listen to me,” she said.
    He glanced down in a puzzled way at his arm, then at her. “Here’s one positive note. We’ve abandoned the Lancashire cow performance.”
    “Have you any idea what would happen to me if I’m found out?” she said.
    “What do you care?” he said. “Your sister married a duke.”
    “I care , you—you great ox .”
    His head went back a degree and his black eyebrows went up. “Did I say something wrong?”
    “Yes,” she said between her teeth. “So don’t say anything more. Just listen .”
    “Gad, we’re not going to discuss this, are we?”
    “Yes, we are, if you want to help your sister.”
    His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.
    “Believe me, I’m no happier about this recent turn of events than you are,” she said. “Have you any idea how bad this is for our business?”
    “Your business,” he said.
    He spoke quietly, but she knew he wasn’t calm. The violence he held in check vibrated in the atmosphere about him. She understood why people scrambled out of his way when he bore down on somebody or something.
    Violence wouldn’t be useful at the moment. She needed to distract him—and for once, the truth would do well enough.
    “Adderley is up to his neck in mortgages, and the moneylenders will own his first-, second-,