Chapter Two“The Marquis of Falcon, my Lady!” the butler announced.
Lady Carstairs gave a well-simulated cry of surprise and, as the door closed behind the servant, she ran across the drawing room floor with both her hands outstretched.
“Alston, my dear!” she exclaimed. “I was so worried when I heard you had gone to the country, but you are back!”
“Yes, I am back,” the Marquis said in the slow drawling tone that was characteristic of him.
He kissed each of the outstretched hands extended to him, but ignored the invitation of two red lips and moved across the room to stand with his back to the fireplace.
Lady Carstairs eyed him a little warily.
She thought it was strange that he had not taken her into his arms, but she was too experienced in the ways of men to make any comment.
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