CHAPTER TWOLady Natalie threw down the newspaper.
“I would have loved to go to Ascot,” she moaned.
“You know that Uncle Harold could not afford to take you,” her cousin Silva replied, “and in any case you would not have had a smart enough dress!”
“I would have made you run me one up,” Natalie answered and they both laughed.
Ever since Silva had come to live with her uncle, the Duke of Hawkhurst, she had been made the dogsbody of The Castle.
From the way her uncle spoke to her she knew that he would never forgive her for having had to pay off her father’s debts.
The Duke’s brother, Lord Charles Hurst, had been one of those happy-go-lucky men who amble through life being loved by everyone they meet and at the same time having no idea of how to cope on a small income.
Lord Charles had
