“I can only – promise that I will do my – best not to make you – angry.”
“Angry is not the right word!” Lord Branscombe exclaimed. “I am appalled! Utterly appalled at the damage you have done, not only to young Luddington, whom I have met and liked, but also to a number of other men who have been stupid enough to offer you their hearts and, apparently, their lives to play with as well.”
There was silence and after a moment Latonia said in a hesitating little voice,
“I – suppose it has never – struck you that it is not – entirely my – fault.”
As she spoke, she was thinking how the boys whom they had known when they were young had been bemused and infatuated with Toni from the moment they saw her, long before she made any effort to attract them.
“What do you mean, it is not your fault?”
