““Help me. Please?” She gave him an abashed nod (but not nearly so abashed as she ought) and turned to Harriet. “I think that Lord Winstead refers to the rhyming qualities of the title.” Harriet blinked a few times. “It doesn’t rhyme.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Elizabeth burst out. “ Finstead Winstead?” Harriet’s gasp very nearly sucked the air from the room. “I never noticed!” she exclaimed. “Obviously,” her sister drawled. “I must have been thinking about you when I wrote the play,” Harriet said to Daniel. From her expression, he gathered he was meant to feel flattered, so he tried to smile.””
