CHAPTER TWOWhen the Marquis wanted something, he wanted it at once.
In fact it was an old joke that his servants and most of his friends always remarked,
“His Lordship prefers whatever he requires to be delivered yesterday!”
He therefore cancelled his arrangements to go to London and set off in his curricle to visit the orphanages on his estate.
He had said to Mr. Turner,
“Well, that should be pretty easy. I have three orphanages on the estate and I have always believed that they were good ones.”
“They are indeed, my Lord,” Mr. Turner replied, “but I think I should ask you how old you would expect your Ward to be.”
The Marquis thought.
Then in his mind’s eye he saw a pretty fair-haired child with a pink-and-white complexion and bright blue eyes who looked like an English rose or pe
