"Beige is fine," Delaney said. She didn't care. She would have worn a sack if it meant she could hide.
Sarah laid the beige dress on the chair. She pulled out a matching shawl.
"Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes," Sarah spoke. "The family is gathering in the morning room. Lady Farrington has requested poached eggs."
Delaney lowered the glass. Her heart gave a painful thud.
Lady Farrington.
That meant her brother was near.
Delaney asked the question that was burning in her head. She tried to sound casual, but her voice was tight.
"Is Lady Celine's uncle still here?" she asked. "Lord Hawksley?"
Sarah stopped smoothing the dress. She shook her head.
"He left yesterday," Sarah replied. "Right after tea. He had business in the city. He didn't stay for dinner."
Delaney let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Her shoulders slumped in relief.
"Oh," she whispered. "Good."
