Nothing could ever be kept from the knowledge of the servants, and Evans, being over-protective, must have been horrified that any woman should behave in such a way towards his Master.
He had followed them from the Palazzo in another gondola and now said reproachfully,
“You didn’t tell me, M’Lord, you wanted to change your coat. I were downstairs and couldn’t believe your Lordship was leaving so quickly.”
“But I have,” the Marquis said good-humouredly, “and now you had better do something about me.”
“So I should think, M’Lord!” Evans said. “Miss Beaumont’s right, that’s a nasty cut and should be cleaned, otherwise we’ll have your Lordship suffering the deliriums of a madman!”
“I hope not,” the Marquis protested.
Evans produced from a cupboard a bottle of brandy and poured a little of
