His Grace had the best cabin on the ship, and a coupe reserved for him on the train to Paris.
He read the newspapers and thought of what he would see in Tunis.
He felt with the satisfaction of a boy going home for the holidays that he was free.
Free of Lady Sybil’s demands and of her incessant notes that arrived nearly every day on her scented writing paper.
He was free of her constant demands on his manhood, which he had begun to find excessive.
Just for the moment he felt that he had had enough of women.
Which was the reason why he was not at all pleased by the Vicomte’s plans for this evening.
He told himself that he must be getting old.
Five years ago he would have been excited by the idea of meeting the crème de la crème of the Parisian courtesans. They were the most famous in
