Leo lowered his arm. “You’re flushed, Loosy. Have you had a change of heart toward John?” “My heart is the same as it always has been.” Louise snatched the paper from Leo’s hand. He let go easily with a laugh. She crossed to the window, her back turned to her brother, and unfolded the note. Across the page were several scrawled lines. She took her time reading, even though Leo was still in the room. She could hear John’s tone of voice and inflections as she read about Lord F. Douglas’s demise in Switzerland. His writing had a pleasing cadence. Well done, she thought.
