Matilda felt as though she ought to have something to say—and something profound at that, because it wasn't every day she found her cousin sleeping with her sister-in-law, and for all she knew they'd been doing this long before now. She should say something in defense of her sister-in-law's honor—tell Fitzroy that he'd have a wife by the time she was through with him—but she equally wanted to admonish Camilla for her brash indecency.
But instead, her face grew increasingly red and she could only look back and forth with them with an expression of pure outrage.
A moment had passed, and her tongue seemed to find its will to speak once more. "Explain yourselves. Now." She was tempted to add or Domitian will hear about this, but then she realized: Domitian would hear about this, whether they liked it or not.
But instead, her face grew increasingly red and she could only look back and forth with them with an expression of pure outrage.
A moment had passed, and her tongue seemed to find its will to speak once more. "Explain yourselves. Now." She was tempted to add or Domitian will hear about this, but then she realized: Domitian would hear about this, whether they liked it or not.
