Daniel stirred his tea in a manner that suggested he was laughing behind his inscrutable countenance. “I would not worry. Frederick Bassingthwaite is even greater a moron than Mr. Collins.” “Who?” Mrs. Kew inquired. “From Pride and Prejudice,” Alice and Daniel replied in unison. They very carefully did not glance at each other. Mrs. Kew’s gentle confusion failed to lift. “Is that a crime-fighting duo?” “No, ma’am,” Daniel told her. “It is a book.”
