"But we know Jane," put in Lady Henrietta. "Her plans always go as planned." She exchanged a glance with her husband. "Well, almost always. But that wasn't her fault." And then, as if it explained everything, "She is the Pink Carnation." She wasn't just the Pink Carnation. She was also human, very, very human. She made mistakes, she doubted herself, her heels blistered, and her hair snarled. Couldn't any of them see that? "She's not invincible." Jack tried to banish the images of what might be happening even now, but they crowded around him."