The man was glaring at Syringa and it was obvious that his temper was rising fast.
“Yes, my Lord, ’tis true. Women, all women, are besotted by their soft tongues and their dark eyes. They go lusting after those slimy devils and lose all sense of decency.”
“I will enquire further into your complaints,” the Earl said coldly. “In the meantime the Italians will remain where they are and receive the consideration they have always had.”
“So your Lordship means to reverse my orders?” the bailiff asked in an ugly voice.
It was obvious to Syringa that he had lost his temper.
“Then all I can say is that your Lordship is making a sad mistake, which you will regret,” he went on. “That’s what comes of listening to foreigners and to – women! Why does Miss Melton meddle in such matters when she shou
