She was fairly young, perhaps about thirty, Pepita thought, and one glance told her that she was carrying a child.
“Oh, there you are, my dear,” the Duke said as she approached. “I suppose now I should introduce you to our unexpected guest. This is Miss Linford, Alistair’s sister-in-law.”
“I gathered that,” was the reply, “and I suppose she is aware that I am your wife.”
Pepita was in fact astonished since this was certainly something that she had not expected.
She had known that Alistair’s mother had died when he was quite young, but she was sure that he had never anticipated for one moment that his father would marry again.
Now, as she looked at the Duchess, she saw that she was plain and had what one might describe as a ‘homely’ face.
She had rather ugly red hair that was almost s
