Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
26th Feb 2014 from TwitLonger
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“Any notion how long we might be, Sassenach?” Jamie inquired, taking out his purse to pay the chairmen.
“If he’s already dead, it won’t take long,” I replied, shaking my skirts into order. “If he’s not, it could well take all night.”
“Aye. Wait a bit, then,” Jamie told the chairmen, who were staring at me, mouths agape. “If I havena come out in ten minutes, ye’re free to go.”
Such was his force of personality, they didn’t observe that they were quite free to go at once if they wanted, and merely nodded meekly as he took my arm and escorted me up the steps.
We were expected; the door swung wide as Jamie’s boots scuffed the scrubbed stone of the stoop, and Peggy Shippen peered out, alarm and interest showing in equal measure on her face. Evidently Mr. Bledsoe wasn’t dead, then.
“Mrs. Fraser?” She blinked slightly, looking at me sideways. “Er…I mean…it _is_ Mrs. Fraser? Governor Arnold said…”
“It is Mrs. Fraser,” Jamie said, a slight edge in his voice. “And I assure ye, young woman, I’m in a position to know.”
“This would be _Mr._ Fraser,” I informed the young lady, who was looking up at him, clearly bewildered. “I was probably Lady John Grey last time you saw me,” I added, trying for a nonchalant matter-of-factness. “But yes, I’m Claire Fraser. I understand that your cousin…?”