We stopped and looked at one another the moment we were alone again.
"Is there any doubt in your mind, NOW, Miss Halcombe?"
"Sir Percival Glyde shall remove that doubt, Mr. Hartright— or Laura Fairlie shall never be his wife."
Dun, dun, dun.... *dramatic freeze frame*
I'm really enjoying it so far. I keep second-guessing the characters and guessing about what will happen next.
Surely, that's a sign of a good book?!
Also, the high Victorian atmosphere is just perfect for this time of year - well at least in the dark, dingy (but surprisingly mild) north.
@Murder By Death: Does the book evoke the same sense of atmosphere at this time of year in the southern hemisphere?