“That is certainly true,” the Duke nodded. “But wearing one she could have easily graced a ball at Richmond House.”
Brooky glanced at him and said,
“You should invite her to dance with you sometime.”
“If I did,” the Duke replied, “she would certainly refuse. I have told you that she despises me and her voice vibrates full of contempt.”
Brooky contemplated saying such unusual behaviour was good for him after so much adulation. But before he could speak the carriage drew up outside Arkholme House.
The Duke walked into the hall.
“Where is the champagne, Newman?” he asked. “In the library, Your Grace,” the butler replied. “Is there anything else Your Grace requires?”
“I am hungry,” Brooky piped up. “You hurried us so over luncheon that I feel now I shall starve if I don’t have something
