CHAPTER SEVEN“Dinner is served, my Lord!”
The Marquis looked round at the butler from the hearthrug where he was standing talking to Peregrine.
“Miss Kistna is not down yet,” he asked sharply.
“Mrs. Dawes asked me to tell your Lordship that Miss Kistna will not be coming down for dinner.”
The Marquis did not reply, but there was a definite scowl between his eyes as he put down his glass and walked with Peregrine towards the dining room.
When he had gone upstairs to speak to Kistna after the Earl had left, he had knocked on her door and it had been opened by Mrs. Dawes.
To the Marquis’s surprise she had stepped out into the passage closing the door of the boudoir behind her.
“I want to see Miss Kistna,” the Marquis said harshly.
“I think, my Lord, it’d be wise if your Lordship’ll ex
