“No,” said Sally, and there was a gleam in her bright blue eyes that struck her older brother as decidedly dangerous. “One can’t take their credit. But one can seize the chance to act oneself when the opportunity arises.”
“Even,” chimed in Lizzy Reid, obviously catching his sister’s drift and running with it, “when the opportunity arises in so unlikely a vessel as a pudding.”
Agnes looked at both of her friends. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
As far as Turnip was concerned, there was far too much thinking going on among the junior set.
Miss Dempsey looked at the three girls with all the trepidation he was feeling. “What are you thinking?” she asked quietly.
Sally tossed her head, setting her earbobs bouncing. “It’s quite obvious. Someone has to go to Farley Castle. To keep the assignation!”
Chapter 5
“Oh, no,” said Mr. Fitzhugh to his sister. “Oh, no, no. Don’t even think it.”
Folding her arms across her chest, Miss Fitzhugh narrowed her eyes at her older brother. “Someone has to go.”
“For the good of the country!” chimed in Agnes, who clearly took her spies very, very seriously.
Neither of the Fitzhughs paid the slightest attention. They were too busy staring each other down.
They really did look remarkably alike, thought Arabella, especially now that they were sporting the same scowl. They were both above the average height, both possessed of the same bright gold hair, the same high cheekbones, the same cleanly cut Roman noses. Mr. Fitzhugh might be frequently likened to a vegetable, but there was no denying that he was an extremely attractive man. One could easily imagine him in a short white robe, about to slay the odd hydra or engage in a short concert on the lyre, while his sister would have made an excellent Athena, beautiful, imperious, and entirely aware of both those features.