Theodosia had a sort of knack for knowing when something was amiss and her gaze snapped to a man by the drawing room door as he picked up a small marble statue of an angel and swiftly slid it into a pocket. Immediately, Theodosia was hurrying across the floor, biting her tongue to keep from cursing aloud as she held her skirts up to move quicker. She made it across the lobby just in time to grab the man's arm and say sharply, "Excuse me!"