Caroline interrupted. ‘Is she in town? Could you get a message to her?’
‘I suppose so. What is it, Caro? You’re as white as if you were about to faint—and you’re hurting my arm.’
‘Sorry,’ she mumbled, releasing it at once. Lightheaded, desperate, feeling every hour she’d gone without food and sleep and rest, she said, ‘I must get a message to her cousin, Max Ransleigh. Tonight, if possible.’
‘Max Ransleigh? Ah, the man who …’ Comprehension dawned in Elizabeth’s eyes. ‘Are you sure?’
‘I am. Though I’m not at all sure, after the scandal I dragged him into, that Lady Gilford would agree to give me his direction.’
‘You don’t have to ask her. Max is here now, in London. Jane told me at tea last week that he’d come to town to meet with the colonel who used to command his regiment.’
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