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It was never a dull moment at Lady Evelyn's dining table, but today everyone ate quite quietly. Harry was all through in his own world. He just could not untangle the thought of Edward proposing to Victoria. He just couldn't, and even though he had resolved to state the words again, after Edward, he assumed Victoria and the Countess found them less than intriguing or meaningful at that moment.

The food was indeed great: well-cooked thick soup, salmon, and a side dish of vegetables. But Harry still scooped his fork through the salmon, continuously flipping it side to side, that anyone would wonder what part of it he needed to eat since he had scooped all through it round and round, an endless loop.