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did not chase after me.”
    â€œOh, yes, he did. It was all my mother could talk about afterward.”
    â€œI find that difficult to believe.”
    Sarah shrugged. “I’m afraid you’re in a very sticky spot, dear cousin. With me married and none of my sisters old enough to be out, my mother has determined to fix all of her energies on you.”
    â€œDear heavens,” Iris remarked, with no sarcasm whatsoever. Her aunt Charlotte took her duties as a matchmaking mother very seriously.
    â€œNot to mention . . .” Sarah went on, her words laced with great drama. “ What happened at the Mottram ball? I did not attend, but clearly I should have done.”
    â€œNothing happened.” Iris fixed her best what-nonsense! expression upon her face. “If you refer to Sir Richard, I simply danced with him.”
    â€œAccording to Marigold—”
    â€œWhen did you speak with Marigold?”
    Sarah flicked a hand in the air. “It doesn’t matter.”
    â€œBut Marigold wasn’t even there last night!”
    â€œShe heard it from Susan.”
    Iris sat back. “Good Lord, we have too many cousins.”
    â€œI know. Really. But back to the matter at hand. Marigold said that Susan said that you were practically the belle of the ball.”
    â€œThat is an exaggeration beyond compare.”
    Sarah jabbed her index finger toward Iris with the speed of a practiced interrogator. “Do you deny that you danced every dance?”
    â€œI do deny it.” She had sat out quite a few before Sir Richard had arrived.
    Sarah paused, blinked, then frowned. “It’s not like Marigold to get her gossip wrong.”
    â€œI danced more than I usually do,” Iris allowed, “but certainly not every dance.”
    â€œHmmm.”
    Iris eyed her cousin with considerable suspicion. It never boded well when Sarah looked to be in deep thought.
    â€œI think I know what happened,” Sarah said.
    â€œPray, enlighten me.”
    â€œYou danced with Sir Richard,” Sarah went on, “and then you spent an hour with him in private conversation.”
    â€œIt wasn’t an hour, and how do you know this?”
    â€œI know things,” Sarah said flippantly. “It’s best not to inquire how. Or why.”
    â€œHow does Hugh live with you?” Iris asked to the room at large.
    â€œHe does very well, thank you.” Sarah grinned. “But back to last night. However much time you spent in the company of the exceedingly handsome Sir Richard—no, don’t interrupt, I saw him myself at the musicale, he’s quite pleasing to the eye—it left you feeling . . .”
    She stopped then, and did that odd thing with her mouth she did whenever she was trying to think of something. She sort of moved her lower jaw to one side so that her teeth no longer lined up, and her lips did a funny little twist. Iris had always found it disconcerting.
    Sarah frowned. “It left you feeling . . .”
    â€œFeeling what?” Iris finally asked.
    â€œI’m trying to think of the right word.”
    Iris stood. “I’ll ring for tea.”
    â€œBreathless!” Sarah finally exclaimed. “You felt breathless. And all aglow.”
    Iris rolled her eyes as she gave the bellpull a stiff yank. “You need to find a hobby.”
    â€œAnd when a woman feels all aglow, she looks all aglow,” Sarah continued.
    â€œThat sounds uncomfortable.”
    â€œAnd when she looks—”
    â€œAll prickly skin and sweaty brows,” Iris plundered on. “Sounds a bit like a sun rash.”
    â€œWill you stop being such a spoilsport?” Sarah huffed. “I declare, Iris, you are the least romantic person I know.”
    Iris paused on her way back to the seating area, resting her hands on the back of the sofa. Was that true? She knew she was not sentimental, but she was not completely without feelings.