“And let your friends enjoy them too?” Aria suggested.
Lord Buckleigh threw back his head and laughed.
“Touché,” he said. “I see I was mistaken. You’re not the simple girl I thought you were when I came into the room. Yes, there are quite a number of people living on Dart one way or another and if he likes us to do so, who are we to complain?”
Aria began to write his name down in block capitals on the pad in front of her.
“Do you spell Buckleigh with a y or a gh?” she asked.
“Gh,” he replied. “Tell me about yourself. Where do you come from?”
“Hertfordshire,” she replied.
“It’s quite a big county if I remember right,” he said. “Whereabouts?”
“Not far from Hertford.”
“Not very communicative, are you?” he said. “Do you have to earn your own living?”
“Naturally, or I wouldn’t be here
