She could see Owen was at ease - or about at ease as he would ever be. "You don't have to whisper," she said in an equally quieter voice. "No one's going to lock you up in the dungeons if you let up just this once."
Angie knew was holding back on her account. She debated whether she should question him further or not. She knew that he would make a full report to mother and Charles, which she would - in turn - hear from the chain of servant gossip, though less accurately, and blown all out of proportion.
"You can tell me," she said bracing herself for the worse. "I'm going to hear it sooner or later, and I rather to have it all out now straight from the horse's mouth."