Fury stared at the rain gleaming down the uneven glass of the caf¨¦ window, obscuring almost all of the bustling harbor front. Not that she was able to take in much of her surroundings. It had taken Lady Margaret less than a minute to recommence berating her. The instant they sat down in fact. Something about a delay finding a porter.

"Of course, it is all my fault, Mama."

After all, they'd traveled for over five months together across France. Most things were.

A wonder ...