Sina just about believed Miss Farley. She was mumbling, and she'd gotten lost — and surely they were not so stupid as to have no excuse for Mr. Greengrass undressing her. Maybe Greengrass was the weird one — he certainly looked like it, with the knuckle in his mouth.

And then Greengrass spoke, and Thomasina's attention snapped to him, and her expression shifted to one of disdain.

"You'd better fix her dress, then," Thomasina said, stony — and spun around to veer back to the party.