Quintus Tiverton laughed and it was not a pretty sound.
“Exactly what you would offer any pretty little Opera singer or Demi-Mondaine who took your fancy,” he sneered. “Good God, man, we are talking about Selina! Have you looked at her?”
“I admit she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” Lord Howdrith answered, “but I am not yet prepared to marry anyone. I enjoy my freedom.”
“Then we have nothing more to say to each other,” Quintus Tiverton said. “Goodnight, Howdrith. I shall advise Selina not to accept your invitation to take her driving tomorrow afternoon. She has had many other invitations and some of them should be definitely more to her advantage.”
“You mean there is someone else?” Lord Howdrith asked.
“The answer to that question must be very obvious,” Quintus Tivert
