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I glared at him.
He scowled at me.
Daniel entered the conversation at this point.
“It was bloody stupid,” he groused.
“Daniel!” Portia cried.
“Lovely, it was,” he spat.
“She was trying to help,” Portia defended me.
“She should have found one of us men,” Daniel proclaimed.
Portia’s face instantly went red, and she lost it. “One of you men? So a little ole woman can’t take down the bad guy?”
“She fell down the stairs,” Daniel shot back.
“I know. And I don’t like that either. But is she now to be tarred and feathered because she was trying to do the right thing?” Portia retorted.
“What’s in question is if it was the right thing,” Daniel returned.
“Oh my God,” Portia snapped then looked at me. “Men!”
At this point, Lady Jane rose.
“All right, children. What’s done is done. We can’t undo it.” She looked down at me. “Although I applaud your bravery, I can’t commend it, because it was indeed not exactly intelligent to chase after the villain in that manner, and you could have hurt yourself badly.” She turned to Ian. “And I understand this frightens you, and being male, fear is expressed through anger. But, my boy, you need to get a handle on it before you say something you regret.” Onward to Daniel. “You need to stay out of it.” Then to Portia, “Your support of your sister is lovely, dear.”
Delivering all that, she looked to Richard.
“Dearest, we need to let the young ones sort themselves out. I feel like Indian for lunch. I’m going to the village. Would you care to join me?”
“Gladly,” Richard replied.
He collected her and they walked out of the room arm in arm like they were promenading beside the Serpentine.
“Good luck,” Daniel said to Ian, then to Portia. “Let’s go.”
She got up but warned, “I’m only going with you because I don’t want to be alone in this house, but Ian needs us to leave so he can apologize for being a meanie.”
A meanie.
I almost laughed.
I was way too pissed to laugh.
They took off too, with Daniel trying to grab her hand, but she pulled it away from him.
Which left me with Ian.
I returned my glare to him.
He walked to me, and I sat very still in umbrage as he reached toward me.
He didn’t touch me, exactly.
He pulled something from my hair, and when he came away, I saw the nuance of the gossamer of a cobweb.
