“Lady Anne?” Pandia questioned.
“The Duke’s sister who lived with him. She is eighty-seven and far too old to be here, at least on her own feet!”
Lord Silvester’s eyes were twinkling as he spoke and, because it seemed impossible to protest at what he was doing, Pandia let him draw her down the short path to where the carriages were waiting.
“May I travel with you?” he asked. “I will tell my carriage to follow us.”
He helped her in, then, without waiting for her to reply, told the footman to wait while he gave instructions to his own servants.
He was only away for about a minute before he returned, stepped in beside Pandia and pulled half the fur rug over his knees.
The horses moved off and he turned to her to say, “Well, are you going to answer my question?”
“What question?”
“Which
