Chapter Seven“You cannot mean to give Juliet all your jewellery, g*****a. You have been far too generous already.”
“Everything except the emeralds.”
“But why? You will need them and you have taken nothing from Roysdon Park or the house in London.”
“I don’t need anything, Roland.”
Galatea looked at the new Earl of Roysdon as she spoke and thought, as she had often thought before, that he was an extremely prepossessing and delightful young man.
He was nearly thirty-four and had been happily married for the past eight years to a charming wife who liked the country and had no desire to shine in the Social whirl of London.
They would settle down at Roysdon Park, she knew, and carry out all the obligations that she had avoided.
Roland would undoubtedly become the Lord Lieutenant of the Co
