appalled. Her friend would no doubt have glowed with joy at the prospect of love in a cottage. Anne could almost hear her: âJust think, dearest, how lovely it would be! You could plant roses round the door, and bake your own bread! Just imagine itâwhen Arthur came in after making his rounds of the parishioners who were ill, heâd find you in the kitchen up to your beautiful elbows in fragrant dough ⦠and heâd try to embrace you, and youâd spill flour on his shoulder and across his cheek ⦠and youâd both laugh â¦â
Ugh! The entire picture made Anne shudder. How could she bear it in Shropshire, so far from the balls, the opera, the shops, the libraries, the gossip, the excitement, the gaiety of London? How could she exist in a place where she would be forced to wear last yearâs gowns, chat with the farmersâ wives and find herself patronized by the local gentry? The prospect was utterly repellent.
On the other hand, could she bear to refuse Arthur? To live without himâperhaps to see him wed to another? That was the dreadful alternative.
She arrived home before she could even begin to find a solution to the problem. She came in quietly, hoping to make her way to her room unnoticed, to give herself an opportunity to think without being disturbed. But in the foyer, she came upon a scene which drove everything else from her mind.
Coyne and Lady Harriet were confronting a creature Anne took at first to be an enormous gypsy. But of course, she immediately recognized her strange American cousin-by-marriage. He was dressed in the most peculiar coat sheâd ever seen. It was made of an unrecognizable animal skin and sewn with the fur on the inside. It had no collar or lapels, but it was edged all aroundâeven on the bottomâwith the fur. In his hand, the American carried a round-brimmed, round-crowned black hat. He looked very much like a backwoods trapper sheâd once seen in a sketch in a book of American explorations. âGood God!â she exclaimed. âYouâre not going out in that coat, are you?â
Lady Harriet turned to her with an expression of intense relief in her eyes. âIâm so glad youâve returned, love,â she said with less than her usual placidity. âWeâve been trying to make Jason understand that he should not step out into the world just yet.â
Anne giggled. âYes, I can quite see why.â
Jason frowned at her in mock reproof. âIâm happy to be able to provide you with a fittinâ subject for ridicule, maâam. But I wish youâd stop your laughinâ long enough to help me convince your mama that no harm will come if I take a bit of a stroll. Iâve set my heart on purchasinâ a suit of armor, and Iâd like to look at the shopsââ
âNo harm?â Anne cut in bluntly. âYouâll have the whole of London laughing by nightfall if even one person sees you in that rig.â
âLet âem. Ainât no skin off my nose.â
Anne, trying to make sense of his unfamiliar aphorism, blinked up at him, only to become aware of a glint of amusement in his eyes. âAre you laughing at me , sir?â she demanded, putting her chin up haughtily. âIf Iâve been slow in responding to your witticism, it is only because your American language is so barbaric.â
âNonsense, girl,â he came back, grinning. âThere wasnât a word in that sentence you donât know.â
Challenged, Anne went over the sentence again. ââAinât no skin off my nose.â Oh, I see! Itâs similar to âSticks and stone may break my bones, but wordsâââ
âExactly,â he said approvingly, âbut shorter and more to the point.â
Anne smiled back. âI admit itâs a colorful expression.â
âThat may be,â Lady Harriet said, âbut itâs not very much help in the