A Restless Truth (The Last Binding, #2)

by Freya Marske

At which point Elizabeth had called him an imposing busybody and strode past, leaving Miss Blyth making apologies in her wake. Pointless. Men would never learn to behave if you apologised at them.

Violet ordered the duck and watched Mr. Chapman attempt to impress Maud. At least he was asking her questions, instead of assuming that his own opinion would be fascinating to any woman.

Violet had been neglecting her strumpetly duties when it came to Lord Albert. She had no idea how really promiscuous women kept strings of lovers all at one time. Surely one would need vast organisational skills, or a secretary.

the nimble speed that Maud had seen in old women knitting quilt-squares for charity.