Chapter ThreeThe servants withdrew and the Dowager Marchioness of Humber was left alone with her nephew, the 5th Duke of Tregaron.
They appeared to be sitting in a small lighted island in the middle of the huge dining room that could easily hold a hundred people, and it had already come to the new Duke’s mind that in future, except when there was a party, he would dine in what had once been called the private dining room.
But now the great pointed Gothic ceiling with its carved stone capitals seemed full of dark shadows, while the candles on the table glittered on the gold ornaments, which were part of the history of the Garon family.
“You must be tired, Aunt Muriel,” the Duke said, as the Marchioness sipped her coffee.
“I am a little,” she confessed, “and if you will excuse me, Justin
