Oliver began to wonder if Caroline had ever read a book at all. If her aim was to get Darcy’s attention, however, not even that declaration worked. He continued writing, not glancing up or even pausing once. Oliver almost wanted to laugh. Caroline was frowning at Darcy, and he was none the wiser. Suddenly, she stood and began strolling around the room. “I do enjoy walking,” she said loudly. “It’s so wonderful to stretch one’s legs and take in the brisk air.” Oliver wasn’t sure what brisk air she was experiencing in this large room without a single open window, but he didn’t comment.
