CHAPTER SIX‘Why did I worry so that my cousin might pay too much attention to me?’ thought Elissa, as she sat down at table that evening in the dining room at Fellbrook Towers.
She watched closely as Lord Hartwell settled into the chair opposite her.
He seemed lost in another world, his handsome face as dark as a thundercloud.
Even Lady Hartwell’s beautiful new mauve gown, which gleamed exquisitely in the soft candlelight, attracted no comment from him.
“Dearest,” she began in a rather tentative voice, “I asked the butler to send up the very best champagne. Will you not try a little?”
Lord Hartwell roused himself and glared at the tiny bubbles drifting upwards in his glass.
“Such extravagance,” he growled.
Lady Hartwell looked shocked.
“But Falcon, I thought – you are here so rarel
