Tamara spoke slowly and clearly, her eyes on the Duke’s face.
“And who are you?”
“My name is Wynne, Your Grace. I am Governess to the children.”
He gave her what she thought was a hostile glance and then he said,
“Surely my brother made some provision for his family?”
“I am afraid not, Your Grace, and, as there was nowhere else they could go and they have no money, Mr. Lawson, Lord Ronald’s Solicitor, asked me to bring them here to you.”
“The Devil he did!” the Duke ejaculated. “And what am I supposed to do about them?”
Tamara felt her temper rising.
“I imagine, Your Grace, that you will hardly allow them to starve or to be dependent upon charity.”
There was a glint in the Duke’s eyes as if he resented her tone.
Then he turned to look at Sándor, who was watching him with curiosit
