They think I am brazen and immoral Isobel thought, watching the avid faces around the breakfast table. Only a few of the guests had the decency to make conversation. Lady Britchwell seemed frozen and Abe, damn him, looked like a cobra waiting to strike. When was he going to say something? It was obvious he wanted to torture her with suspense, because he could hardly propose her in the phaeton with Laura there. It was beginning to dawn on her that able Windham had reserves of self control that made her on seem like those of a hysteric.
She was not of this time, she was not of this age and yet she could not enjoy all the pleasures that life had to offer here. Strangely she had thought that she would miss calling someone and even f*******: and i********: and all the other amenities that she
