This meant that the whole household was now aware of his marriage, she was being treated as his wife and she would in future sleep, as was traditional at Broome Hall, in the Marchioness’s bedroom.
For a moment he felt a surge of anger that they should have anticipated his instructions and, what was more, put Cara in a bedroom that had not been occupied since his mother had died.
If he could have obeyed his impulse, he would have thrown Cara out to sleep in the attics or anywhere as long as it was not close to him.
Then, as Mrs. Peel curtseyed to him respectfully, once again his self-control made him acknowledge her and listen expressionlessly as she informed him,
“Her Ladyship seems a little better now, my Lord, and, although at first I did think of askin’ your Lordship to send for a P
