“Then, what are we supposed to do now? What if Lady Elizabeth decides to come and pay you a visit-?” that was the most worrying aspect of this all: two perfectly similar people meeting under the same roof. That’d be a terrible problem. “Explaining this to her would be close to impossible. Unless you make her think that she has a twin-?”
“But where is this twin supposed to go in a day?” he asked, musing the idea himself. “I guess we could only hope that Elizabeth doesn’t come to visit,” he sighed again, clearly having no true answer himself on what to do.
“And if she does, we’ll just say that I went out to London and won’t be back until tomorrow.” But that would mean he’d have to hide and sneak from room to room, like a burglar in his own home.
