“Where have you been? Why have you not brought the sunshine with you before?” Sir Marcus asked.
She fancied that he held her fingers longer than necessary.
“I have just arrived in London, sir,” she replied in a low voice.
“Then I am indeed fortunate that I am one of the first to call on you. Pray do not forget me. I promise I intend to see a great deal of you.”
With an effort Tina took her hand from his.
He bowed, she thought in a most impressive manner, both to her and the Dowager and then, without a word to Lord Wynchingham, was gone from the room as suddenly as he had entered it.
“Marcus Welton,” the Dowager said reflectively. “Well, you might do worse. He is rich, child, very very rich.”
“An outsider and a bounder,” Lord Wynchingham chimed in. “I have never invited him here, he
