father asked, biting into a piece of toast. âPerhaps you should have Mrs. Thompson mix you up one of her tisanes. They always seemed to help your mama.â
Leonora cursed inwardly at her inability to hide her sleep deprivation. Sheâd been up most of the night reading her brotherâs journal. And unfortunately, its contents, while fascinating, had not contained the revelation about the reason for his death that sheâd hoped to discover. Though there had been something she wished to show to Freddy as soon as she could.
âIâll do that, Papa,â she said aloud, accepting the cup of tea the footman had just poured for her. âThough perhaps I will wait and see if I can sleep without it tonight. After the gathering at Sir Gerard Fincherâs home this evening, I have little doubt Iâll be exhausted.â
Her fatherâs salt-and-pepper brows drew together, and he set down the newspaper heâd been perusing. âSir Gerard Fincher?â he asked, his displeasure evident. âYouâre going to a social evening at that blackguardâs home? Why is this the first Iâve heard of it?â
âItâs not as if Iâve been in the habit of telling you about my every social engagement, Papa,â Leonora said with a frown of her own. âYouâd find that just as tedious as I would.â
Sheâd always exercised more autonomy than most unmarried young ladies she knew, but Leonora thought that had been because sheâd displayed more maturity than most young ladies of her acquaintance. That and the fact that her aunt Hortense, who most often acted as her companion, was of the opinion that ladies should be afforded more and not less freedom where decisions about their social activities were concerned. Without her auntâs influence, Leonora doubted very much that sheâd have embarked on her career as a poet. Sheâd certainly never have started her weekly salons.
âThat is true,â her father responded, still looking peeved, âbut I had thought that you would have more sense than to visit the de facto home of the driving club I hold responsible for your brotherâs death. Sir Gerard Fincher might not have been driving the carriage that killed your brother, Leonora, but it was his clubâs recklessness, and the sense of competition it fostered, that was responsible for Jonathanâs death. Just as surely as if Sir Gerard had shot him with a pistol.â
Though sheâd considered her fatherâs disapproval when embarking upon her faux betrothal with Freddy, Leonora had not considered that Mr. Craven would have anything to say about her moving in the same circles as Sir Gerard. Sheâd been shortsighted she knew now. And would need to tell him at least a partial truth in order to stop him from forbidding her to attend that eveningâs party at Sir Gerardâs home.
âI quite agree, Papa,â she said with candor. âI believe that the Lords of Anarchy are responsible for Jonnyâs death, too. Which is why I simply must attend this party at Sir Gerardâs house tonight.â
Her mind racing as she considered her story, she went on, âJonny was my twin. And we were closer than most siblings. I simply must understand what it was that led him to join that infernal club. Itâs the one piece of the puzzle that I donât understand. Because I know Jonny was not easily led. There must have been some reason for him to become involved with those men. And I shanât be able to rest until I know what that reason was.â
Mr. Cravenâs look of disapproval turned to one of surprise. âIs that what is keeping you awake at night, my dear? I must confess, it hadnât occurred to me that you would wish to speak to Sir Gerard, else Iâd have had the fellow brought round immediately. Much as it would pain me to do so.â
âBut thatâs just it, Papa,â Leonora went on.