“Oh, Sophie. She’s disappointed in Will all the time!” “Well, who isn’t.” “That’s not what I meant. I meant she loves you, like you were Will or Jem or—well, you know. Even if she’s disappointed, you must stop fearing she’ll sack you. She won’t. She thinks you’re wonderful, and so do I.” Sophie’s eyes widened. “Miss Tessa!” “Well, I do,” said Tessa mutinously. “You are brave and selfless and lovely. Like Charlotte.”
