"I beg your pardon?"
Dear God, how much longer would this meal go on? He caught himself up and turned to her with a bland smile. "I have no idea."
Mary offered a tight smile at Mr. Camden's attempt at humor. The man was utterly dreary. Beautiful to look at, but with the intelligence of a donkey. How cruel you are Mary, and she silently apologized to all the donkeys in England. She wondered how Colonel Fitzwilliam was doing, seated next to Lady Northcott and the highly eligible Miss Talbot of twenty thousand pounds.
No matter how far she craned her neck, she couldn't see past the veritable Sherwood Forest Mama had planted down the center of the table.HERE