“Oh, nothing!” said Kit bitterly. “Merely, that I love Ravenscar’s sister!”
Mr Kennet opened his eyes at this. “You do, do you? And what has that to say to anything?”
“How can you be such a fool? What hope have I of obtaining Ravenscar’s consent to our marriage when my sister can think of nothing better to do than to shut him up in the cellar?”
Lady Bellingham felt impelled to defend her niece, and said: “She did it for the best, Kit. She did not know that you were going to be married to Miss Ravenscar!”
Kennet glanced sideways at Kit. “Married, eh?”
“And why not?” Kit demanded. “Is it so extraordinary?”
A smile lurked about the corners of Kennet’s mouth.
“Faith, I’m thinking it would be!” he said.
“Yes! And I hold you as much to blame as Deb! More, indeed!”
“Maybe you’re right at that,” agreed Kennet, still apparently amused by some secret thought.