CHAPTER TENThe Earl paced impatiently up and down outside the room. He could hear the low murmur of voices inside, but could not decipher what was being said.
Mrs. Hopkins came along presently with some beef tea and she was admitted to the room. As she left, she gave the Earl a long hard stare.
“Miss Temia asks if you have washed and changed yet. Am I to tell her, next time I return, that you have not yet done so?”
The Earl’s fine features reddened. And now he felt ashamed of himself.
“Mrs. Hopkins, will you have Elliot draw me a bath at once, please?” he murmured, not meeting her eye.
“At once, my Lord,” she answered with a satisfied look on her face.
He did not worry about Mrs. Hopkins’s opinion of him, but what Temia thought was of great concern to him.
He took one last look at t
