“Then, of course, I am only too willing to show Your Grace my Stubbs’s, interesting as they are, but too few to be called ‘a collection’.”
He walked across the room to lead the way to the door and Doreen flashed a glance at her sister.
Ilesa realised at once that she was now feeling extremely relieved. Her father had ignored her, making it quite obvious that he took her presence for granted.
The Vicar led the way back to the study where he had been a few minutes before with Ilesa.
Hanging on one wall, so that it captured the light from the window to show it at its best, was a picture.
Ilesa, of course, knew that it was surely the most controversial and unusual of Stubbs’s masterpieces.
As soon as the Duke looked at it, he gave what was almost a cry of delight.
“You have the portrait
