We were disappointed in the Peak District and Harriet cannot conceive why it is lauded so much. Nor did we find the Lake District to our liking—the environs cold and the society disappointing. We do so dislike the accents in those parts—Harriet declares she cannot understand a word anyone says and believes that they speak so on purpose. Not to mention the boorish manners. We considered traveling to Scotland, but in truth it held no lure and, since I have given up the Bath let as the city no longer appeals to Harriet, we have returned to Hanover Square to settle in properly. We will then repair to Duffield House for Christmas.

“How could they not be pleased by the Lake District?” I demanded, ignoring the fact that Duffy had ceased letting the house in Bath, a residence our father had taken for our health and enjoyment. I also did not remark upon the fact that he and Harriet were now in London but not inclined to relate their adventures—or, rather, lack of adventures—to us in person. Purely, I knew, to snub me. I had figured I would be persona non grata with Duffy after I absconded from his wedding, and to be perfectly honest, it did not sting as it probably should have. However, I would sorely miss the Bath residence.

“I rather think Duffy and Harriet are incapable of being pleased by anything,” Julia said, uncharacteristically tart. She tapped the letter. “Duffy goes on to invite me to Christmas at Duffield, but…” She trailed off and I could read the next in her face.

“Does not invite me.” I crossed my arms. “I suppose it is to be expected.”

It did hurt to be barred from Duffield House at Christmas too. A lifelong tradition ripped away.

“I will not go either,” my twin said staunchly.

“Thank you, my dear, but I rather think you must. I do not wish to drive a wedge between you and our only remaining family.” I saw Julia about to resist and added, “One thing is certain: I would not trust Duffy to keep Lady Hester safe. He would more likely hand her over to Deele.”

“Sadly, that is true,” Julia said. “Let us think on the problem. In the meantime, I will speak to Miss Grant and apprise her of Mr. Brummell’s warning.”

“Do you really think that is wise?” I asked. Behind her, Weatherly’s face held the same dubious expression as my own.

“I think it is right,” Julia said.