Chapter FivePascoe walked into the breakfast room and, as the Earl looked up from the table, he knew that something was wrong.
“What has happened?” he enquired.
“They are leaving for London this morning!”
“How do you know?”
“I have just had a note that Nanette sent me by a groom. She says her sister is determined to go to London and, of course, it is to be rid of me.”
The Earl smiled.
“I think I must also take some of the blame.”
“You?” his nephew enquired.
“1 told Prunella last night that it would be good for her to widen her horizons.”
“I am not concerned with what Miss Prunella does, but with her sister.”
“That is obvious.”
Pascoe walked to the sideboard where a whole array of silver dishes was waiting for him to make a choice of what he would eat.
He took the heavy crested
