It was simple enough—quite devoid of style:
“Mr. Myre would do well to avoid Madame Olmé’s house in the future, as the footmen have orders to flog him down the stairs.”
Mr. Myre smiled:
“The French are so melodramatic!” he said.
CHAPTER XXII
Wherein we are obliged to Spend a Brief Moment in the Company of the Titled Aristocracy
Anthony Baddlesmere stood brooding in the middle of his room, his hands behind his back, and his wits hammering in his skull.
“Tsh—sh!”