“It seems Penelope has left prematurely for Miss Bunbury’s house party and in addition to missing us, she’s missed her intended, back from the war. Such a pity.” Lucy Hunt sighed dramatically.

“You said you are going there,” Julian replied. “I assume that means you know where this house party is?”

“Oh, yes. We know precisely where it is,” Lucy replied serenely.

“Could I trouble you to give me the direction? It’s imperative that I speak with Penelope as soon as possible.”

Lucy’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Eager to see your future bride, Captain Swift?”

He tugged at his collar again. “Something like that.”

Cass had to look away. This was excruciating. She couldn’t listen any longer. And what possible address could Lucy give him? It was preposterous. She’d have to come out with the truth now that he’d caught her in her lie.

“I’d be more than happy to share the address with you, Captain Swift.” Lucy set her teacup on the table in front of her and folded her hands on her lap. “In fact, I can do even better than that.”

“Better than the address?” Julian tilted his head in inquiry.

Cass’s insides went hot and cold. Suddenly, it all came together, the sly look Lucy had flashed, the failure to introduce her, the questions she’d asked Julian, the things she’d said.

“Yes.” Lucy turned to Cass and splayed her hands in front of her as if displaying her for the first time. “Because this is Miss Patience Bunbury right here and we would be delighted to invite you to her house party.”