“As to whether he was going to marry her?” Lord Hartcourt asked.
“Exactly,” Bertram agreed. “It was a gold ring or the Russian roubles. The Grand Duke had offered her a Château on the outskirts of Paris. She already had a rope of fine pearls from him, which she had the impudence to wear with her Wedding dress.”
“So that was how Lily became a Duchesse,” Lord Hartcourt chuckled.
He rose to his feet again and walked to the door.
“A salutary lesson for all young ladies who aspire to succeed in life. Come on, Bertie, I am hungry.”
“Damn you, if you are not ungrateful!” Bertram Cunningham replied, getting down from the desk. “I kill myself entertaining you with one of the most intriguing histoires that Paris has ever produced and all you can think about is your stomach.”
“I am really think
