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Chapter FourAs the Viscount and Jemima drove back to Berkeley Square from where they had been having luncheon, they were laughing. The news that the Viscount had married a Barrington but not what the Social world called ‘the right one’ had now reached the ears of a number of his friends and acquaintances. When they had set out for luncheon with the Countess of Lincoln, Jemima was sure that the invitation had been sent to them out of sheer curiosity. This was confirmed when she saw the expression in the eyes of the guests. They had arrived a little later than most of the other people who had been invited and there had been that sudden silence when they were announced, which showed that they were being talked about. Then every eye in the room seemed to watch them speculatively as their