Pulling another knot from the wool, Edith gave a quick look at the Duke. His back was turned to her, but still she felt her cheeks reddening, and forced herself to look down at the threads again. Her fingers trembled as they forced the end back through the knot, and she felt her stomach lurch as she thought about her future employer. She could barely think of him without feeling her breath quicken and her pulse race. It was absurd, but she knew what it meant. She was in love with the Duke of Everlay.
