“Which I would not have attended had I been in London.”
“They expected you.”
“A great many people do.”
He stood looking at her as she stepped towards him.
“I always expect you,” she said softly, “and lately you have been neglecting me.”
The Earl moved away to put out his hand towards the bell-pull.
“You would like tea?” he suggested. “And I could do with a drink.”
The door was opened almost instantly and he gave the order while Lady Imogen seated herself on one of the gold-framed chairs knowing that it was a fitting background for her green gown and her wide-brimmed bonnet trimmed with feathers.
Her hair was a fiery red with touches of gold in it and her large dark-fringed eyes were green.
She had been painted by all the great artists and acclaimed to be the most beautiful subject
