“You look entrancing,” he said.
Turning to his grandmother who had just entered the room behind Syringa he added,
“My congratulations, Grandmama, I always knew that your taste was infallible.”
“You did not set me a very difficult task,” the Dowager replied. “Syringa looks attractive in everything.”
Syringa glanced round gratefully, but she was conscious all the time of the woman sitting on the sofa beside the hearth. She was a vision of beauty, more elegant and more attractive than anyone she had ever seen in her life before.
“Is this your little Ward, Ancelin?” the vision enquired.
Syringa was aware that behind the gentleness of the tone there was a touch of acid.
“Yes, indeed,” the Earl replied. “Let me introduce you. Miss Syringa Melton – Lady Elaine Wilmot, and I think, Elaine,
