“Really?” Mariana wrinkled her nose at the book in her hand. “That seems odd. His surname begins with an A.”

“Michelangelo’s surname begins with a B and we still file him under M.”

“Hmm,” Mariana said, feigning interest in the conversation. “It must be the Italians.” She paused briefly as the maid knocked and entered with a duster for Callie. When the girl had come and gone, closing the door behind her, Mari continued absently, “I wonder if Juliana would be filed under J or F?”

Callie’s back stiffened briefly at the mention of Ralston’s sister before she resumed her dusting. “I haven’t any idea. Probably J.”

Anne piped up. “’Tis a pity she’s not an official St. John. I’ve always liked S.”

Mariana nodded. “I do so agree.”

Callie snapped her head around to look at Mariana. “What are you two trying to get at?”

“What happened last night?”

Callie looked back at the shelf she was filling. “Nothing happened.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Then why are you reorganizing the library?” Mariana asked.

Callie gave a little shrug of her shoulders. “Why not? I haven’t anything else to do today.”

“Nothing better to do than rearrange the library.”

Callie wondered how difficult it would be to strangle her sister.

“A thing you only ever do when you are in search of distraction?”

And her lady’s maid.

Mariana stood and leaned against the shelf where Callie was working. “You promised you would tell me everything, you know.”

Callie shrugged again. “There’s nothing to tell.”

The words were punctuated by a knock on the door of the room. All three women turned their attention to the butler, who was making a valiant attempt to ignore the mess that had taken over the normally impeccably organized library.

He entered, closing the door firmly behind him, as though attempting to shield them from the hallway. “My lady, Lord Ralston is here. He is requesting an audience with you.”

Mariana and Anne exchanged a wide-eyed look before Mariana turned to give Callie a smug look. “Is he?”

Callie rolled her eyes at her sister and addressed the butler, “Thank you, Davis. You may tell the marquess that I am not in. He may return later in the day should he like to take a chance on my being able to receive him then.”

“Indeed, my lady.” The butler gave a short bow and exited the room.

Callie closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath, attempting to calm herself. When she opened them again, Mariana and Anne were standing shoulder to shoulder, watching her closely. Anne said, “Nothing to tell, hmm?”

“No.” Callie willed her voice to remain steady.

“You’re a wretched liar,” Mariana said casually. “One can only hope that Davis is slightly better than you are.”

As the words hung in the air between them, the door opened once again, revealing the aging butler. “My ladies.” He bowed.

“Has he gone?” Callie asked.

“Erm. No, my lady. He says he will wait for you to return.”

Mariana’s jaw dropped slightly at the words. “Really?”

Davis nodded once in the direction of the youngest Hartwell sister. “Quite, my lady.”

Mari smiled brightly at Callie. “Well, this appears to be shaping into something of an adventure.”

“Oh, do shut up.” Callie turned to Davis. “Davis, you shall have to make it clear that I am not receiving. It is far too early for callers.”

“I made that point already, my lady. Unfortunately, the marquess appears to be rather…persistent.”

Callie gave a little, frustrated huff. “Yes. He does trend in that direction. You shall have to persevere.”

“My lady…” the butler hedged.

Callie lost her patience. “Davis. You are considered to be one of the best butlers in London.”

Davis preened. Well, as much as a butler could do so and retain an appropriate level of gravity. “In England, my lady.”

“Yes. Well. Do you think you could…buttle…this morning?”

Anne snorted her amusement as Davis’s face fell.

Mariana turned kind eyes on the butler, and said, “She doesn’t mean to insult, Davis.”

The butler was stone-faced when he replied with a sniff, “Indeed, not.” He then bowed, more deeply than Callie thought he’d ever bowed to them before and took his leave once more.

Callie sighed, returning to her task, deep within a row of shelves. “I shall be punished for my behavior, shan’t I?”

“Most definitely. You’ll be served overcooked beef for the next month,” Anne said, her amusement barely controlled.

Mari inspected a pile of books there before asking casually, “Do you think Lord Ralston will be deterred?”

“I wouldn’t place a wager on it.”

Callie’s heart leapt into her throat at the dry words, spoken from inside the room. She snapped her head toward the sound, but the surrounding shelving blocked her view. At the end of the passageway where she stood, Callie could see her maid frozen in place, eyes wide as saucers, staring in the direction of the door.

In the silence that ensued, Mariana turned her gaze on Callie. Ignoring her sister’s pleading look, the younger woman offered a smile befitting The Allendale Angel, and said, sweetly, “Callie, it appears that you have a visitor.”

Callie’s gaze narrowed. There was truly nothing worse in the wide world than a sister.