Mrs Taylor and I nodded to each other, and though her face didn’t lose its pleasant expression, her features seemed to snap into place so that I noticed her lips were thin, with pursed lines along them like a drawstring bag “And how fares lovely Lyme?” Colonel Birch asked “Do its residents still comb the shores daily in search of ancient treasure, of evidence of denizens of previous eras?” I presumed this was an elaborate way of asking after Mary, couched in bad poetry I did not have to respond with poetry, however I preferred straightforward prose “Mary Anning still hunts for fossils, if that’s what you’re asking, sir And her brother helps when he can But in truth the family is doing poorly, for they have found little of value for many months.” As I spoke, Colonel Birch’s eyes followed the other party of visitors heading into the next room Perhaps he wished he could disappear with them “Nor have they been paid for their services to others, as you will be aware from correspondence,” I added, raising my voice and allowing a needle into it that made Mrs Taylor’s mouth pucker as if its strings were being pulled tight Just then Margaret and Louise entered from the far end of the room, in search of me, for we were expected home shortly They stopped when they saw Colonel Birch, and Margaret turned pale “I should very much like to speak with you further about the Annings, Colonel Birch,” I declared It was bad enough to come face to face with him in all his smugness, showing off to his widow friend about fossils he had not found But it was his dismissal of women’s power of observation—thus denying Mary and me any credit for all that we had found over the years—which made me completely reverse my decision about keeping him out of the Annings’ lives He owed them a great deal, and I would tell him so I had to speak up Before I could continue, however, Margaret hurried forward, pulling Louise with her Introductions between my sisters and Mrs Taylor, as well as banal words to and from Colonel Birch, interrupted me—which is what Margaret intended, I am sure I waited until the polite conversation was dying down before I repeated, “I should like to speak with you, sir.” “I am sure there is much to say,” Colonel Birch replied with an uneasy smile, “and I would dearly love to call on all of you—” he nodded at my sisters —“but sadly I am shortly to travel to Yorkshire.” “Then it will have to be now Shall we?” I gestured to another corner of the room, away from the others “Oh, I don’t think Colonel Birch—” Margaret began, but was interrupted by Louise, who tucked her arm through Mrs Taylor’s and said, “Do you like gardens, Mrs Taylor? If you you must see Mrs Delany’s florilegium—you