CHAPTER TWOThe Duke was in an extremely bad temper.
He had in fact got up with what his Highland nurse would have called ‘a wee black devil’ on his shoulder. His valet had laid out for him, obviously on Mr. Dunblane’s instructions, the Highland dress that he had brought from London.
He had taken very little interest in it and had merely given the order to his tailor to make what was necessary.
He was to realise later that the tailor was in fact a conscientious man who had taken immense trouble in finding out what was the correct regalia for a Chieftain.
The Duke saw lying on the chair after he had finished his bath, trews of skin-tight tartan that a Chief would wear when he preferred to ride rather than walk.
There was also a tartan jacket, a tartan waistcoat and the plaid that would
