CHAPTER FIVEThe Duke sitting down at his desk in the Library after breakfast found a pile of letters awaiting him.
Mr. Middleton had already opened some of them, which were official documents and invitations, but those that were private and personal were always placed in a separate pile.
He saw the top two were from ladies who were endeavouring to engage his interest, but for whom at the moment he had little time.
He picked up the one beneath, and realising it was in his grandmother’s handwriting he opened it with an eagerness that was unusual.
For two weeks now he had had no news of what was happening at the Dower House, and he deliberately refrained from sending a groom with a note or asking his secretary to make enquiries on his behalf.
He told himself it was most important that th
