Delia took the pamphlet from Eric and, with a calm, deliberate motion, handed it across the table to Augusta. The Baroness took it, her eyes quickly scanning the bold, inky headline:
MYSTERY DYER OF THE WELL-KNOWN DYES IN THE SOUTHERN ISLES IS REVEALED TO BE FROM ALBION.
"Baroness," Delia began, her voice as smooth and cool as polished stone. "I recently found out that you have been selling my original dyes abroad. It was very clever of you. Since you didn't give out my name as the producer, I am sure that people did their own digging, which has only increased my exposure and the value of my work."
Anne looked at her mother in utter disbelief. Henry, however, took the pamphlet from his wife and read it, a wide, proud smile spreading across his face. "Well, it's true then!" he said, his voice full of a hearty laugh. He looked at Augusta, completely oblivious to her scheming. "For once, my dear, it seems your actions have brought some good news to this family!"
