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Gareth looked up from Amanda’s sobbing, and saw Lady Hester’s frozen face.
No—anguish! she had said when he’d proposed. He'd imagined that he must have misheard her.
He’d only once seen that much pain in a pair of eyes, and that had been in a mirror.
Too insipid to like anyone, Trixie had said.
Merely, she has not a romantic disposition, he had answered.
Clearly they both had been wrong.
But, a lively sense of the ridiculous, he was sure he was right about.
He pulled a comical grimace of dismay, and appealed with one eyebrow for her help.