“If there’s anything you want to keep, we’ll take it back with us,” he said softly. Within reason, he supposed. They were about to carry a piano through or a dining table, after all.
“I’ll see if you can change in Georgiana’s room, and we can figure out where you’ll be once you’re dry,” he suggested, and almost on cue a door opened, and little puppy Bingley came bounding down the hallway to see them.