Lady Gwendolyn noted Adelaide's frightened look and stored the information away. Frightened of men? Hm. There might be some good gossip behind that. If only she could place the name! Newbury- something governmental? Drat.
"Come on, dear."
The bell above the shop door tinkled slightly as they walked in and were seated at a table by the window. "Cinnamon tea for me, please," Lady Gwendolyn requested. "Miss Newbury? What will you have?"