Proper English

by K.J. Charles

But oh, she ached at the sight of Fenella Carruth, lovely in the candlelight.

She’d never been very good at allusive conversations; couldn’t really see the point, since it was a great deal easier if one said what one wanted, rather than expecting other people to guess.

It wasn’t the first time she’d kissed, or been kissed. She and Louisa Maitland had been inseparable at school, a passionate friendship that had meant significantly more to Pat than to Louisa, because the latter had married her Hugo eighteen months ago.

“Murder is ill-mannered,”

“How many country-house murders do you think we’re likely to encounter?”