CHAPTER ONE
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1883A ball at Lady Bellingham’s country house was always the height of elegance. Scented flowers adorned the ballroom and the orchestra was the best that money could buy.
The guests also were of the best in the land. The Bellinghams had many well connected neighbours and although the London Season was over, there were still aristocratic young ladies who hoped to find husbands as well-born as themselves. Or if not well-born, then rich.
Sir Hugh Faversham, whose own estate, Faversham Park, was about five miles away, was a mere Baronet, but his vast wealth made him acceptable to the very highest ranks.
It was now fifteen years since his first appearance in Society, but he was still single and still preferring bachelor pleasures to the joys of marriage.
Or so the world thou
