Then so suddenly that she started nervously he walked into the blue salon through the half-open door to find her just on the other side of it.
“You wanted to see me, Miss Wynne?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
He closed the door behind him and made a gesture towards one of the sofas.
“Will you sit down?”
“No!”
He raised his eyebrows and stood facing her, an enigmatic expression on his face.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Sándor – he has just returned from school. I wish Your Grace to see the state he is in.”
The Duke smiled cynically.
“He has been fighting, I suppose. Don’t distress yourself. All boys fight and I expect it will take him a little time to find his own level.”
Tamara drew in her breath.
“He has come back in a state of collapse. I think several of his ribs may be broken and he canno
