She had sought a place where she would not think of Mr. Prescot; she wasn't sure if she was angry with him or amused. She hoped he was angry with himself.
"I saw no reason for you to give the book away," Mrs. Hawthorne said between cups of tea; it was a new blend, with spices from India, and she was sampling it for her fourth cup.
Victoria shook her head but didn't explain. There didn't seem any way to explain it, especially since she hadn't fully known what she was doing at the time. "Have you come to a decision about which tea you'd like to purchase, madam?"