Her shoulders tightened. "That would be telling."

"Because that's what I'm doing my best to wonder, having come here. Why didn't you sell it? Avoid ending in a workhouse?"

"Oh, Your Grace, please don't lie. That's not what you're wondering at all."

"And what the hell's this about the Marshalsea?"

"The what?"

If she wasn't finished before, she was now. Look on the bright side. He hadn't walked around the front of her, although the leaves scrunched ...