“You had better go and see if you can help Doreen, Nanny,” she suggested. “I am sure that she is used to a lady’s maid and half-a-dozen other people to help her dress.”
“It’s a pity she doesn’t help other people herself,” Nanny answered.
Ilesa smiled.
There was no use arguing with Nanny, who always liked to have the last word and she was quite certain that she would say the same thing to Doreen.
Ilesa hurried down the stairs and was tidying up the drawing room when the Duke came in.
If he looked very impressive in his day clothes, he was overpowering in evening dress.
For a moment Ilesa just stood staring at him.
And then she was aware that he was looking at her in the same way.
Quickly, because she felt that it was embarrassing to remain silent, she said,
“I hope Your Grace has f
