“Thank you, Watson,” the Duke said, “and I want the Countess of Henley on my right at dinner and Mrs. Robertson on my left.”
Mr. Watson made a note on the pad that he always carried with him.
“Lady Bredon will sit at the other end of the table tonight and for the rest of her visit,” the Duke ordered.
He then walked quickly in the direction of his study.
When he was there, he locked himself in and started to work on the programme for his opening night.
It was incredible to think that he had Maria Colzaio living on his doorstep.
As he thought of it, he realised that Little Bedlington was actually by road nearly six miles from Moor Hall.
It would be dangerous for the Robertsons to drive home at night when they lived on the other side of the village.
It would certainly be very dangerou
