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Chapter TwoAs the Duke drove out of London and into the countryside, he grew angrier and angrier. With all the money his predecessor had when he died, a great deal must surely have been at the disposal of his daughter. Why then should his Cousin Alvina have dealt with the pawnbrokers? He could not imagine why she should need money unless, of course, there was some man she was supporting who her father disapproved of. The Duke thought cynically that he had a very poor opinion of most women’s morals or sense of honour. He had always, in the back of his mind, despised married women who were unfaithful to their husbands. There was also something fastidious or perhaps almost puritanical, in his makeup that made him dislike the idea that he was by no means the first of Lady Isobel’s lovers