““But I’m not the only one to question your methods, am I? I gather that Miss Butterfield took issue with them as well.” He snorted. “That’s putting it mildly.” His saucebox of a sister broke into a grin. “Ooh, what did she do while you were in that room alone? Do tell!” “Not a chance. I don’t need her teaching you any new tricks.” “You’re no fun at all,” she complained. “Well, I’m sure you deserved whatever she did. And that’s my point: I rather like her. So it doesn’t seem fair for her to be put in a situation where she could be-“ “Ruined by a scoundrel like me,” he finished for her. “Compromised,” she corrected.””
