CHAPTER TWOThe door opened and the butler announced,
“Mr. Hamish McMurdock, my Lord!”
The Viscount Warren, who was reading the newspaper, put it down and rose to his feet.
“Hello, Hamish!” he said. “Is she really coming?”
“I sent her a letter enclosing her railway ticket,” Hamish McMurdock replied, “and I had a reply yesterday to say that she would be arriving at Paddington at three o’clock.”
The Viscount laughed.
He was a good-looking young man who had already stirred a number of hearts in Mayfair.
He and Hamish McMurdock had been at Eton together.
They enjoyed the gaieties and delights of London in a way that made them the envy of many of their friends.
It had been nearly a fortnight previously when Hamish had gone into White’s Club to find the Viscount.
He had thrown himself d
