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uncomfortable and, because she didn’t want to torture the poor girl, she smiled and allowed her to leave.
    Angry? Were her emotions back then so obvious for everyone to see that even the staff realized what she herself couldn’t see up until now? Angry. Yes, Sally was quite right. She had been livid. After all, the circumstances of Matthew’s death had been beyond humiliating for her. Even now, three months after his funeral, she could hear people whisper quietly behind her back when she came to the village.
    “Dammit, Matt, why did you do that to me?” she asked into the silence.
    Saying goodbye to Christopher, the circumstances of her husband’s death, and her worries about her own future made Danielle feel restless. She looked out the window and over the bare fields. As she had predicted, the first snow wasn’t long in coming, and in a swirling dance, white snowflakes were slowly tumbling from the sky. How comforting it would be to bury all of her worries underneath a thick, white blanket of snow! The thought of it allowed Danielle to breathe easier, and suddenly she couldn’t take her own lethargy any longer. She would at long last read the countless letters of sympathy and notes from the village residents that she had been ignoring for weeks. She needed to start putting the shattered pieces of her life back together.
    When she reached for the first envelope, a sad expression came over her face as she began reading the words of comfort and kindness. After all this time she finally began reading each letter and note card, silently thanking people for their condolences, even if she found no true comfort in the empty words of sympathy. But when she came upon one particular letter and opened it, she raised a surprised eyebrow.

    Devlin Weston stared out the carriage window. Out here in Essex it was a few degrees colder still than in London, probably owed to the fact that it was closer to the coast. It had in fact started snowing a few minutes earlier, and the countryside outside his window looked as if it had been dusted with powdered sugar. Not that it mattered to him, but roads covered in snow would not be very conducive to his travel plans. But he was probably worrying unnecessarily, for he secretly hoped that he would before long receive the answers to all of his questions. In which case he would not need to go on another trip. He hoped that the letter announcing his arrival had reached his destination before he would. After all, he himself was quite particular when it came to receiving unannounced visitors. Someone who perturbed his daily routine, or so he felt, was undeserving of his hospitality.
    The carriage slowed, and Devlin smoothed down the front of his coat. He was very eager to find out what Mr. Langston might tell him about the Venus .
    Full of high hopes and expectations, he leaped from the carriage and marched toward the door, which was promptly opened for him. By the looks of it, they were expecting him.
    The straight-backed butler, with his neatly trimmed moustache, and wearing a simple livery uniform, asked Devlin to enter and was just about to close the door behind him to lock out the snow, when a woman rushed into the foyer behind him.
    “Sally, Joseph, would one of you know when this letter arrived?” she asked, completely absorbed in the piece of paper that she now raised up high into the air. “A certain Lord Weston, Earl of Windham, announces his visit,” she explained, still staring at the letter with a puzzled expression on her face. “Well, that’s the last thing I need right now!”
    Joseph’s almost-timely, if altogether sheepish, clearing of his throat finally persuaded the woman to lower the letter in her hand and look up, albeit too late to avoid any sort of embarrassment.
    When she noticed the visitor she gave a start, and the blood rushed to her face.
    “Milady, you have a visitor. I have just asked the gentleman to enter,” Joseph explained, trying to maintain his