Lady Roysdon rose to her feet.
“The man is a brute! I have met him a few times in your company, but I disliked him on sight.”
“He has always – hated me. He did not think I was – good enough for his – brother.”
Averil Dorridge’s voice broke on the words and now the tears in her blue eyes spilled over and ran down her cheeks.
She looked very attractive when she cried, Lady Roysdon thought, but there was no gentleman present to console her and it was difficult to see how she herself could do so.
“You know, Averil, you can always rely on – ” she began.
“No, g*****a, don’t say it!” Lady Dorridge interrupted. “You have always been so sweet and generous to me and to the children, but you are well aware that I cannot take money from you. I have my pride just as you have yours.”
Lady Roysdon
