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"You do not know? Three years ago, she went to Paris-- for her health, they said--and she sent the young Miss Worthington away to school. But I have it on good authority that she took a lover, a Frenchman, and now he's left her and she's back with the admiral, pretending that none of it ever happened. She is not received in the best homes, of course. But everyone attends her dinners and balls out of affection for the admiral, who is the soul of respectability. Shhh, here they come."
Mrs. Worthington strides over, the girls in tow. I hope the flush on my cheeks does not give me away, for I don't like Lady Denby's snobbery.
"Good evening, Lady Denby," Mrs. Worthington says, her smile radiant.
Lady Denby does not offer her hand but opens her fan instead."Good evening, Mrs. Worthington."
Felicity gives a dazzling smile. If I didn't know her better I wouldn't recognize the ice in it. "Oh, dear. Ann, you seem to have lost your bracelet!"
"What bracelet?" Ann asks.
"The one the duke sent from Saint Petersburg. Perhaps you lost it in the dressing room. We must look for it. Gemma, would you mind awfully?"
"No, of course not," I say.
"Be quick about it. The opera is about to begin," Grandmama warns.
We escape to the dressing room. A few ladies preen at the mirrors, adjusting shawls and jewels.
"Ann, when I say you've lost your bracelet, play along," Felicity chides.
"Sorry," Ann says.
"I do loathe Lady Denby. She's a horrid woman," Felicity mutters.
"She isn't," I argue.
"You wouldn't say that if you weren't so besotted with her son."
"I am not besotted. He simply invited my family to the opera." Felicity's raised eyebrow says she doesn't believe a word of it.
"Perhaps you'd like to know that I've discovered something about my amulet," I say, changing the subject.
"What is it?" Ann asks, removing her gloves in order to tend to her hair.
"The crescent eye is some sort of compass. That's what Nell Hawkins was trying to tell me. I think it may lead us to the Temple."
Felicity's eyes gleam."A compass! We must try it tonight."
"Tonight?" I squeak. "Here? With all these people about?" With Simon, I almost say."We couldn't possibly."
"Of course we can," Felicity whispers. "Just before intermission, tell your grandmother that you must be excused for the dressing room. Ann and I shall do the same. We'll meet in the hall and find a place where we can enter the realms from there."
"It isn't that simple," I say."She won't let me go, not alone."
"Find a way," Felicity insists.
"But it wouldn't be proper!"
"Afraid of what Simon will think? It isn't as if you're betrothed!" Felicity tut- tuts.
The comment lands like a blow. "I never said anything of the sort."
Felicity smiles. She knows she's won. "So we are agreed. Just before intermission. Do not delay."
The plan in place, we turn our attention to the mirrors, positioning combs and smoothing dresses.
"Has he tried to kiss you?" Felicity asks in an offhand manner.
