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lovely red hair, actually, and glorious green eyes like clear, bright emeralds.” It was a shame Trevor could not see her full beauty for himself. If it were possible, it might it cause him to adore her even more.
    “Red? It’s red ?” The news clearly stunned Trevor. “I cannot see red . . . You know I cannot . . .”
    “Oh, it’s completely wasted on you!” There was no possibility Trevor could have known. “You see brown , I know. It came as a bit of a surprise to me at first.”
    Trevor had always had difficulty distinguishing colors, mostly reds and greens. He managed to work around this limitation by having his clothing made from fabrics in blues, yellows, and browns. Freddie glanced down at his borrowed brown jacket and Trevor-colored waistcoat.
    “Did you know she has a sister?” Freddie imagined even if Trevor had known it might have slipped his mind. “To you they may resemble twins.”
    “Twins? I thought Rosalind was older.”
    “I believe she is. They share a physical resemblance only. In temperament there is almost no similarity. Miss Clare is sweet while the elder Miss Harris is . . .” How could Freddie state this kindly? “Er . . .  not  . . . sweet, that is. Or so I have discerned from my interaction with her.”
    No further questions came from Trevor. With his continual hold of the bedpost, he appeared utterly exhausted.
    “Perhaps it might be best if you were to lie down now.” Freddie drew the bedcovers aside, guiding Trevor to the mattress.
    “This, the worst blow yet!” he lamented whilst easing onto the bed. “She is a titian-haired beauty, woe is me that I cannot truly admire her . . .” With that said, Trevor’s head sunk into the pillow, his eyes closed, and he fell immediately asleep.

    “What are you doing there, dear?” Rosalind sat on the chair next to the hearth and thought it odd how Clare waited nervously at the open door.
    “Oh, nothing,” she replied in a tone that denoted it was anything but nothing.
    “I do wish you would sit and be easy,” Mrs. Harris, who usually worried more about her own nerves than her daughter’s, insisted.
    “Mr. Worth will be down shortly, I imagine.” Rosalind thought it must be he for whom her sister waited, and how she did fret. Clare’s furtive glances and the wringing of her tiny hands demonstrated her anxiety. “And our house is not so large that he is in danger of becoming lost.”
    “I suppose you are right.” Clare cast a last longing glance into the corridor and retreated to the sofa where she finally sat.
    “There, that is much better, isn’t it?” Mrs. Harris settled next to Clare. “Did you have a word with Cook, Rosalind?”
    “Yes, ma’am. I informed the staff of our guest. There will be one extra setting needed at dinner tonight and a tray will be sent up to Mr.  Rutherford .” Rosalind glanced at Clare to observe her sister’s reaction on hearing his name spoken aloud.
    “I’ll see to his tray myself after we finish dinner.” Clare was quick to volunteer.
    “You cannot possibly be alone with him in his bedchamber, my dear,” Mrs. Harris commented. “I shall accompany you and there will not be a question of propriety.”
    Rosalind thought Clare was behaving most peculiarly.
    “Oh, it is Mr. Freddie, he is come!” Clare leapt to her feet and moved quickly to the door and stepped into the corridor. “Mr. Freddie! We are in here!”
    This behavior absolutely shocked Rosalind. Never in her life had she seen her sister conduct herself in such a bold manner.
    Mr. Worth appeared at the door and acknowledged the ladies with a curt nod.
    “How did you find your friend Mr. Rutherford, sir?” Clare showed far more than just a casual interest.
    “He is in bed, resting comfortably, thank you.”
    “Will you not ask Mr. Worth to be seated first, Clare?” Rosalind had not meant to sound as if she were scolding her sister but really . . . Clare’s behavior was quite out of