“That is one thought you can dismiss from your impertinent mind!” Lord Sheldon replied. “I have no intention of getting married, George, and as you are well aware, having been my friend for many years, I like picking flowers when they are in bloom!”
“And the flower I saw you with last time I was in London,” Captain Widcombe said, “was an exquisitely rare bloom, and I do not suppose there was a single man in the restaurant who did not envy you!”
“Thank you!” Lord Sheldon replied. “I am glad that you approve my taste, George.”
“No one has ever questioned that it is impeccable!” Captain Widcombe laughed.
Azalea heard the two gentlemen put down their glasses and make towards the door.
She was glad they were leaving. She had stood for a little while behind the curtain and then, because she
