“Why, you hardly touched ...” Mrs. Quince broke off in mid-speech. She grinned at the blushing Royall like a cat that has just discovered a mouse in the pantry. “Yes, of course, dear, another wheat cake.” Most of the tables were empty by now, and the waiters were clearing away the debris left behind. Royall attacked her breakfast and was putting the last crumbs into her mouth when Mrs. Quince said shortly, “He’s a bastard, you know.” Mrs. Quince’s proffered statement brought about the desired re...sults; Royall choked on the crumbs. “What ... who?” “Sebastian, of course.” Mrs. Quince’s penetrating look sought out Royall’s opinions. “Why do you tell me this? What concern is it of mine?” She tried to act blase and was determined Mrs. Quince would not get any satisfaction from her scandalous remark. All the while Rosalie Quince was peering into Royall’s gold-flecked eyes to measure her mettle. It was a cruel thing to do, but Sebastian was dear to her, and it would be best to see what stuff Royall was made of before he lost his heart completely to the golden girl.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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