piano of which were all stained cherrywood. The walls were white with simple embellishments around their edges. A painted picture of the estate from a distance hung over a white fireplace, and a rose-colored rug with a fish-scale pattern lay underfoot. Elsie perched, back rigid, on a blush-pink sofa beside Bacchus, while Mrs. Abrams and the duchess occupied a pale-green settee to Elsie’s left. A tea tray lay on the table between them, the tea already served, Elsie’s teacup cradled in her lap. She’d drunk enough to ensure her nerves would not cause the remainder to spill. Her stomach wouldn’t handle any more.
“And it’s my understanding you’re employed?” Mrs. Abrams asked. Her eyes were especially large and seemed to bulge from their sockets, watching Elsie without blinking. She said the word employed like it had a sour taste to it.
“Yes, I work for a stonemason.” She ached to look anywhere else, but sensed it would be considered rude if she averted her gaze.
The duchess smiled. “It’s good for a woman to have a disposition of responsibility, especially going into a marriage.” Her gaze shifted to Bacchus. “I really am so happy for you. I must admit my husband is a seer. He remarked on this very possibility the night we had you for dinner, Miss Camden.”
An itch rose in Elsie’s throat; she sipped some tea to soothe it before leaning forward and safely depositing the cup and saucer on the table before her. “Yes, well, the duke is very, um, perceptive.”
The duchess was, of course, referring to the night Elsie had actually been invited to dinner, not the afternoon she’d barged in screaming warnings, after which Abel Nash had emerged from his hiding place behind the curtains and attempted to snuff Bacchus. But they needn’t bring that up.
“He is,” Bacchus agreed simply. He opened his mouth to say more when Mrs. Abrams barreled in.
“Now, for the wedding. It’s good that May is behind us. A very unlucky month to get married.”
“Now, Alison,” the duchess chided softly.
“It is!” She set down her saucer. “My daughter—I’ve seen all six of them married, you know, and to good husbands—”
Elsie and Bacchus exchanged a look that had a restrained smile pinching Elsie’s cheeks.
“—she married May 27 despite my telling her not to, and she lost her first child!”
Elsie quickly sobered. “Oh my, that’s terrible.”
“Should have listened to me.” Mrs. Abrams’s curls bounced as she shook her head, and Elsie decided she did not especially like this woman, let alone want her to play any part in their wedding plans. But she would not voice such a thing here. What she needed was to segue the conversation to Merton.
Mrs. Abrams didn’t give her a chance. “It really is a quaint match, isn’t it? A spellmaker and a spellbreaker, ha! And you met before Master Kelsey’s mastership?”
Bacchus answered, “We did.”
“Good, good. That will smooth over any questioning from the peerage.” She nodded and sipped her tea.
Elsie stifled a frown. Had the woman just pointed out their class difference, right in front of her?
“As for the wedding party,” the woman went on, completely ignorant of the apologetic expression on the duchess’s face, “how many are we to expect? There are some large chapels in London, but travel is expensive and will take away from the gifts. I’m sure you will need gifts.” She looked pointedly at Elsie, which made Elsie’s neck heat. “Are your parents close by, Miss Camden? I assume they are also employed.”
The warmth crept over Elsie’s jaw. “Th-They are not, Mrs. Abrams.” She considered saying they were dead, which could be true for all she knew, just to kill the conversation.
“Not? Oh.” She nodded. “Then why are you working? Debts, perhaps.”
Bacchus’s low voice was stern when he said, “Elsie is free of any such things, Mrs. Abrams. Her parents are no longer a part of her life.”
“No longer a part . . . ?” Mrs. Abrams looked at the duchess in bewilderment.
“Oh, the details are not so important, are they?” the duchess said, awkwardly trying to smooth things over.
“How so?” Mrs. Abrams protested. “Were you disowned, Miss Camden?”
The flush inched up Elsie’s cheeks. “I was not particularly owned to begin with. If you must know, I became separated from them at a young age. Which is why I am employed. I care for myself just fine.”
“Well.” She leaned into the settee’s backrest. “That is quite a shock. Your discovery of magic is the only thing that will spare you from the worst of gossip.”
Now