Chapter FourThe Duke walked up the steps and into the magnificent marble hall.
The statues were all of Goddesses, and he thought, as he had often thought before, that there was no hall to rival his in any other of the large houses he had visited.
“Welcome back, Your Grace,” the butler said respectfully. “Her Grace is in the music room.”
The Duke handed the butler his hat and gloves and was feeling satisfied that the six footmen in the Ollerton livery were up to standard.
He had always insisted that they must be over six feet tall and their smartness and bearing was something on which he was particularly insistent.
Leaving the hall, he walked down a wide corridor hung with portraits of his ancestors which led to the music room, which was in the West wing.
It was a room that had been r
