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someone to take his place when he dies, will it not? If you did not have a brother or uncle or whoever to run the business, then wouldn't you feel the obligation to marry someone who could take it over?"
    "I have no brother or uncle. But when my father dies, I will take over his business. I will not need a husband to do so."
    Rachel stared at her for a long moment. "You will run it?"
    "Yes, of course. There is no one who knows more about it than I. I have been helping my father with his work since I was seven years old and totted down the numbers and prices for furs when he was trading with the trappers. I know the fur business from the ground up, and now that he has sold it to Mr. Astor, frankly, the business that he has now is more my doing than his. I invest the majority of his money for him in real estate and businesses and such."
    "But I— You deprive me of speech, Miss Upshaw. I am amazed."
    "It will be mine one day, mine and Veronica's. It would seem very foolish not to know all I can about it. Besides, it's quite a bit more interesting than paying calls all day. Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply..."
    "That what I do is useless and boring?" Rachel finished her sentence for her. "Don't worry. I'm not angry. It's the simple truth. What I do is rather useless and often boring." She smiled, a dimple popping into her smooth cheek. "But I am afraid I would not have the slightest idea how to run the estate or how to make money to repair it. And, besides, here it would not be considered proper."
    "Oh, I doubt it is considered proper where I live," Miranda replied cheerfully. "But if I lived my life by what society matrons considered proper, I would scarcely ever get to do anything I enjoyed. I am not a very proper person, I'm afraid, so you can see that it is just as well that your brother does not marry me, for I would doubtless be forever doing things that would shock everyone."
    Rachel smiled. "But life would be much more entertaining for us."
    "Perhaps." Miranda smiled back and rose to take her leave.
    Lady Ravenscar came over at her daughter's signal, smiling in her rather stiff way and saying, "Oh, no, you must not leave us so soon, Miss Upshaw. Why, you have not yet met my brother. Rupert..." She turned and gestured toward an older gentleman standing a few feet away. "Do come here and meet Miss Upshaw. This is my brother, Rupert Dalrymple, Miss Upshaw."
    Rupert Dalrymple was an affable gentleman, far more genial than his sister, a trifle portly, with an almost completely bald pate, which he strove to make up for by cultivating a luxuriant white mustache that curved down far past his upper lip. He, too, strove valiantly to convince Miranda to stay, offering card games and more music as amusements and assuring her that his nephew Dev was one who tended to lose track of time— "no insult intended to you, I can assure you" —and would soon appear.
    Miranda smiled but stood her ground, and a few minutes later she was outside Lady Ravenscar's door, waiting, for her carriage to pull up in front.
    Lady Ravenscar's house, for all her complaining about its inadequacies, was a pleasant white house of the Queen Anne style, and, while not large, it sat on a crescent-shaped street, the other side of which held a small park, protecting the little street from a larger thoroughfare. After the carriage pulled up and Miranda climbed into it, they drove forward, curving around the crescent and joining the large thoroughfare, empty of traffic at this time of night.
    Miranda pulled back the curtain to look out into the night. Most people, she knew, preferred the privacy of the curtains, but on such a pleasant night as this, warm and not rainy, it seemed a shame to sit in a stuffy, enclosed carriage. She would frankly have preferred to walk the few blocks home and enjoy the balmy evening up close, but the sort of soft evening slippers she wore were not made for walking, and, besides, she knew that her stepmother would suffer a collapse