She thought she did admirably well hiding her frustration, but she was sorely tempted to plead a headache—it wouldn’t be a lie—and stay home from the afternoon’s riding excursion. But she didn’t because she decided to ask John about his conversation with the queen. That would settle his character once and for all. Would he confess? Would he smooth over what had really been said? If she were to marry him—not that she was considering it—she needed her future husband to not withhold anything from her.
