He should have been sitting in his proper place in the House of Lords and then contributing to the greatness of England.
Suddenly he laughed at himself.
Was it possible that he, the Duke of Rockinston, was listening to a young girl of eighteen?
He felt somewhat ashamed that he had not used the brain he had been born with in serving his country.
“I have always wanted to pay a visit to the House of Lords,” said Venetia, “but, when I have been at home in the past, there has always been so much riding to do that I have never actually had the opportunity of going there.”
“Then I must certainly take you when we return to London, but I have the feeling you will find it very dull.”
“If you are speaking, it would be really fascinating,” she replied. “I know that because of your good looks and
