"What is that?" Emma asked, as Lucy's sobs began to subside a little. "Laudanum," Steven answered. He got Lucy to her feet and helped her as far as the doorway, where a maid was waiting to collect her mistress. "Does she take a lot of that?" Emma asked, looking at the bottle distastefully. Steven sighed and set it aside. "She's been using it ever since I've known her," he said, screwing the lid back onto the bottle. "Obviously, being married to my brother is no field of daisies." His"