"It is considered an honor to be...plucked from the crowd, so to speak. There are fine families in the district who have lived here for generations, none of whom have been so favored with the duke's attention. Yet I wonder if it's not truly His Grace himself behind this invitation, but his son." "Perhaps there's a piano aboard." Her nostrils flared. "Don't be pert. This is not a matter of jest, Eleanore. If you go on that yacht, your every move will be scrutinized. Your every word will be dissected. Your manners must be irreproachable, and they must be so at all times, even if you believe you are alone. Do you understand me?" "Yes, ma'am." "Should Lord Armand choose to favor you with attention, you will react politely, graciously, but always with an aloof, dignified demeanor. It could be that he believes you to be...less than what you are. You will show him the error of that thought." "Yes, ma'am." He'd already seen me naked. I supposed everything from there would be a step toward "Do you still have the bangle he presented to you?" The I wanted to correct her. As if I was going to lose it. "I do." "Wear it. Let him see that you value it, but take my strong advice on this, Eleanore. Do not accept another such gift from him. One is permissible. Two becomes a suggestion." "Oh." "Do we understand each other?" "Yes, ma'am. We do." A smatter of laughter and applause reached us from beyond the open window. Some of the girls had set up a game of lawn pins, and the sudden of a ball hitting its mark echoed through the room. "One last thing," said Westcliffe. "Yes?" "Wear your uniform. It won't hurt to remind everyone of where you belong." I puzzled over that for the rest of the bright day."