He knew without looking at them that there would be endless invitations to the parties that were being given every night.
They were either for a debutante or else, which he much preferred, married couples, every one of whom flirted outrageously with each other and him.
At the same time amusingly, so that he was never bored in their company.
‘Perhaps I would have been wiser,’ he thought to himself, ‘if I had taken a married woman with me.’
But that would have been impossible.
No one, however indifferent he was to his wife, would allow her to travel round the Continent alone with anyone like Lord Springdale.
He was well aware that he had acquired what his grandmother thought was a somewhat bad character where women were concerned.
Equally he had never deliberately seduced a woman away
