Camy’s Loft

He was careful in climbing the stairs, his good leg beginning to shake with the strain from the two flights of the grand staircase. When he finally reached the drawing room, Miranda had disappeared.

He lowered himself into a gold and white striped chair, but his leg gave out and he fell heavily into the seat, making it wobble on its delicately carved legs. He winced. Yes, Gerard, the quickest way to cultivate Cecil’s good graces is to break his furniture.

—From The Spinster's Christmas