CHAPTER TWOThe letter came with the early morning post and brought a smile to Mr. Drayton’s face.
“It’s from Lord Wimborton,” he crowed. “At last!”
“You mean, he has finally deigned to notice our existence on the fringe of his glorious orbit?” asked Lexia ironically. “How thrilling!”
“I wish you would not speak like that,” scolded her father.
“Well, it makes me furious that you should be so delighted to hear from this man. Who is he? Is he any better than you?”
“He is a Marquis,” replied Mr. Drayton, as though that explained everything.
“Yes, but is he any better than you?”
“You don’t understand. He’s a Marquis.”
“An impoverished Marquis?”
“Very much so, I believe.”
“In that case he isn’t better than you, he’s a lot less, because you didn’t sit around on your – ”
“Lexia!”
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