Chapter TwoThe Earl sat down in a chair on the other side of the hearthrug to Prunella.
He crossed his legs, sat back at his ease and regarded her with what she thought was a slight smile on his lips.
Because she had felt slightly embarrassed ever since coming to call on the Earl, she had not looked at him very closely. Now she thought that his eyes in his suntanned face were definitely penetrating, although his eyelids drooped a little lazily as if he regarded life cynically.
And there was something about his whole attitude that she resented.
She thought it was what she might have expected to feel about a man who, having left his home in such a reprehensible way, had returned to be critical of everything that had been done in his absence.
There was a distinct silence before the Earl
