“Good morning,” Matty said. “You’re late. I was starting to wonder if you were not feeling well.” Ursula unpinned her hat and tossed it onto a table. “Once and for all, I am not ill.” She flung her gloves after the hat. Matty blinked a few times and then she smiled. “No, you are not. In fact, you are positively glowing with good health this morning.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing,” Matty said. “Just that I have the impression that you will not need to make an appointment with Dr. Ludlow for the treatment of congestion and hysteria.” Ursula sighed and sank down into her chair. “Is it that obvious?” “That you and Mr. Roxton have become very, very good friends?” Matty chuckled. “Yes it is and I congratulate you.” “I’m not sure congratulations are in order.” “Nonsense.
