“Isobel arrived from Paris yesterday. She is staying at her father’s house in Piccadilly and is expecting you to dine with her tonight.”
“Why did you tell her that I was back?” the Duke asked sharply.
“I did not have to tell her, she knew.”
“How could she have known?”
“She sent a servant, I gather, to call here to enquire when you were expected and, since you did not tell your butler to keep it a secret, he naturally gave the answer.”
“Damn it!” the Duke swore beneath his breath. “I really don’t have time for Isobel at the moment.”
“You will find that Isobel has very different ideas.”
“She will be disappointed,” the Duke parried.
That, however, was easier said than done.
Before the Duke had time to send a note to her father’s house to say that he was unavoidably prevented from din
