Lydia was in the upstairs sitting room with a piece of embroidery she had been not-finishing for three weeks, and she looked up when Cecilia entered with the expression of a woman who had been expecting this visit since approximately Tuesday.
"Sit down," said Lydia. "You have your notebook face."
"I do not have a notebook face."
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