I was still fuming when my husband walked into my bedchamber as I was changing for dinner.

 'Hardley! What do you do here?'

 'Calm down, m'dear. I merely wish to talk.'

 'What about?'

 'You're not very gracious tonight. Perhaps I should come back later?'

 'You are mistaken if you think I'll be in a better mood by then. The signs are all for it getting worse. I am developing an abominable headache.'

 'I'm sorry to hear that. I simply wished to inform you that I will be leaving in the morning, for a few days. I should be back by Friday.'

 'Very well. I wish you would take your odious brother with you!' 

 His eyebrows rose considerably. 'Harry? Had a run...

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