Her grin widened when she noticed I had noticed.She slinked model-like across the dining room, her body doing impossibly interesting things inside tha... white silk, to stand at Ambrose's shoulder and looking down at Eoin while really talking to me. "My Master commends you, Lord Spencer and wonders if he might have a word with your niece," she asked, her voice a husky timbre made for the bedroom with just enough of an accent to let you know she was not from around here but not enough of one to. "I can't take it off!" Course you can. Hide under the towel if you're shy. Tell you what, go up and get one of Danielle's swimsuits on. I'll rinse the beer out of your T-shirt for you. And your bra's probably soaked, as well."This wasn't quite the way she'd planned it. Her planning hadn't dared to go into such detail as getting naked in front of Mr Devonshire, she'd just vaguely fantasised about it's happening somehow. Yet here she was, doing her best to get out of her clothes as quickly as. "He just stepped on my ... um ... well, never mind. I'll be all right. Honest." You're sure?" she said.I tried to sound less like a wuss and again told her I'd be fine."So what's up?" I finally remembered to ask."Oh!" she yipped. "I completely forgot about something and it means we can't go out to eat tonight."Great. This was going to be one of those days.She told me about the chaperone gig and apologized for having one of her brain lapses. I was feeling pretty sober until she said, "I was. We wrapped our meal up with a nice glass of Drambuie liqueur, a Scottish favorite then retired to the sofa in front of the fireplace. Catherine went to clear away the dishes, but I told her not to bother that we could clean up in the morning, and to come join us with our drinks. She had also made a pot of coffee that she served, and as Lillian didn't smoke we refrained from smoking out of consideration for our guest. We chatted about a number of things, and Lillian told us some more about her.