CHAPTER SEVENThe Marquis drove back to The Castle to find his aunt reclining on a sofa in the drawing room.
He knew even before she uttered a single word that she had come to see him about her son who was inevitably heavily in debt.
The Marquis had paid up for him at least half a dozen times and he anticipated that it would be the same trouble once again.
His aunt put out her hand rather weakly.
“It’s delightful to see you, Euan, but I am in very bad trouble.”
“I felt so, Aunt Harriet, when you sent for me.”
“I am afraid that you will be very angry with dear Roddie, but once again he has signed a cheque, which has bounced and he owes nearly five thousand pounds!”
Her voice faded away as she said the last words.
“Have you spoken to him severely as I told you to do the last time?” th
