A man would have to be dead not to notice her. More than dead, if such a thing were possible.
Sarah sighed, with equal parts exasperation and resignation. “It would be most tiresome if she weren’t so very nice.”
“Beauty does not have to be accompanied by a bad character.”
She snorted. “Someone has grown quite philosophical while on the Continent.”
“Well, you know, those Greeks and Romans. They do rub off on you.”
Sarah laughed. “Oh, Daniel, do you want to ask me about Miss Wynter? Because if you do, just say so.”
He leaned forward. “Tell me about Miss Wynter.”
“Well.” Sarah leaned forward. “There’s not much to tell.”
“I may throttle you,” he said mildly.
“No, it’s true. I know very little about her. She’s not my governess, after all. I think she might be from somewhere in the north. She came with a reference from a family in Shropshire. And another from the Isle of Man.”
“The Isle of Man?” he asked in disbelief. He didn’t think he knew anyone who’d even seen the Isle of Man. It was a fiendishly remote spot, hard to get to and with very bad weather. Or so he’d been told.
“I asked her about it once,” Sarah said with a shrug. “She told me it was quite bleak.”
“I would imagine.”
“She does not talk about her family, although I think I heard her mention a sister once.”
“Does she receive correspondence?”
Sarah shook her head. “Not that I’m aware of. And if she posts any, she does not do it from here.”
He looked at her with a bit of surprise.
“Well, I would have noticed at some point,” she said defensively. “At any rate, I shall not permit you to bother Miss Wynter.”
“I’m not going to bother her.”
“Oh, you are. I see it in your eyes.”
He leaned forward. “You’re quite dramatic for someone who avoids the stage.”
Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What do you mean by that?”
“Merely that you are the picture of health.”
She let out a ladylike snort. “Do you think to blackmail me? I wish you luck with that. No one believes I was ill, anyway.”
“Even your mother?”
Sarah drew back.
Checkmate.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Daniel paused, the better to draw this out. Sarah’s teeth were clenched just splendidly, and he rather thought that if he waited long enough, steam might emerge from her ears.
“Daniel . . .” she ground out.
He tilted his head as if pondering the point. “Aunt Charlotte would be so disappointed to think that her daughter was shirking her musical duties.”
“I already asked you, what do you— Oh, never mind.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as if about to pacify a three-year-old. “I might have overheard Miss Wynter this morning, planning to take Harriet, Elizabeth, and Frances for a constitutional walk in Hyde Park.”
He smiled. “Have I told you recently that you are one of my very favorite cousins?”
“We are even now,” she warned him. “If you say a word to my mother . . .”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“She’s already threatened to take me to the country for a week. For rest and recuperation.”
He swallowed a chuckle. “She’s concerned about you.”
“I suppose it could be worse,” Sarah said with a sigh. “I actually prefer the country, but she says we must go all the way to Dorset. I’ll spend the entire time in the carriage, and then I really will be ill.”
Sarah did not travel well. She never had.
“What is Miss Wynter’s Christian name?” Daniel asked. It seemed remarkable that he didn’t know it.
“You can discover that for yourself,” Sarah retorted.
He decided to allow her the point, but before he could say anything, Sarah turned her head sharply toward the door. “Ah, perfect timing,” she said, cutting through his words. “I do believe I hear someone coming down the stairs. Who could it possibly be, I wonder.”
Daniel stood. “My dear young cousins, I’m sure.” He waited until he saw one of them gallop past by the open doorway, then called out, “Oh, Harriet! Elizabeth! Frances!”
“Don’t forget Miss Wynter,” Sarah muttered.
The one who had walked past backed up and peered in. It was Frances, but she did not recognize him.