That would account for his high cheekbones, Aria thought. Perhaps, too, for the unusual look about him. He had not seemed like the ordinary American. This was something else, something that had, in fact, attracted her and now repelled her.
There were a few more words at the bottom of the paragraph.
“While Mr. Huron is in this country, he has rented Summerhill House near Guildford. It is expected that he will entertain there extensively as he did on a previous visit.”
Aria remembered now where she had heard of Summerhill House. There had been pictures of it in an old copy of Country Life that she had found in the library at Queen’s Folly. She could not remember much about it except that in the pictures it had looked like an Italian villa, white and supported by pillars with a wide terrac
