Chapter SixJust before Isa left her bedroom to go down to dinner there was a knock on the door and the old maid who was dressing her went to answer it.
There was a conversation in low voices outside which Isa could not hear.
Then the maid came back to her side to say,
“His Grace’s compliments, miss, and you’ll be dinin’ in the small writin’ room.
Isa looked surprised, but she thought that it would be a mistake to ask questions and a few minutes later she went down the staircase to the first floor.
The writing room was, she knew, beyond the Duke’s study, a room kept for guests staying in the house who wished to write letters.
She entered the room to find that the two men were there, the Duke looking resplendent in his evening clothes with a lace jabot at his neck.
Harry looked less s
