She made spiteful replies to some of the things he said and, when he lapsed into silence and the Marquis made no effort to talk, Isobel attempted to keep the conversation concentrated on herself and was not very successful at it.
Instead of the lavish meal usually served at the Abbey, Peregrine suspected that the Marquis had cancelled at least two courses because luncheon was finished far quicker than was usual.
“I will order your carriage, Isobel,” he said, as he rose from the table.
“I wish to speak to you alone, Linden.”
She walked with an air of defiance towards the Silver Salon.
As she entered it, the Marquis hung back for a moment to say to Peregrine,
“Order her carriage. I only hope this will not take long.”
“I am sorry for you,” Peregrine replied.
The Marquis closed the sal
