When she came down for dinner escorted by Gerry, the Marquis told himself that he was being ridiculous.
There was nothing wrong except that for some odd reason Lady O’Kerry seemed much younger, much less sure of herself than he would have expected as she was a widow and must, from what had been said, be at least twenty-four years old.
At dinner seated between two very lovely ladies from another house party, although they flirted agreeably with him, he found himself continually watching Carmella.
She was sitting farther down the table with Gerry on one side of her and Sir Robert on the other.
He thought that, although she looked very beautiful and was wearing a very attractive and obviously expensive necklace, she looked pale.
He imagined, although he could not be sure, that there was
