The Marquis was feeling annoyed that his friend had found a snag in what he thought was a perfect plan.
“I have a relative,” Mr. Turner said, “who was at one time a Governess for the children of His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales.”
The Marquis gave an exclamation, but he did not interrupt as Mr. Turner continued,
“As you can imagine, Miss Bunting therefore is the soul of discretion and your Lordship could trust her with your plan, being completely assured that not a word about it would ever cross her lips.”
“She sounds ideal,” Charles responded impulsively.
“Miss Bunting is also over sixty and a very retiring person,” Mr. Turner went on. “She would not intrude upon your Lordship in any way and would in fact be glad of the rest.”
“That is exactly what I want,” the Marquis said, “s
