Chapter Four
Paul St. Vincent found his step-mother in her drawing room that afternoon going through a pile of mail.
“You seem to be quite popular,” he said, allowing a broad smile to hover on his lips as he came forward into the room.
“Oh! St. Vincent you startled me,” she said, looking up suddenly.
He sat on the chair opposite her. “And what happened to you calling me by my given name? My father dies and now I’m St. Vincent. You called me Paul when we were at Vinley Hill.”
Elizabeth gave a little laugh and a shrug. “I just thought it would be more appropriate while we were in town. Everything is more relaxed in the countryside.”
“It’s true, but while we’re alone I’d prefer it, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” She put down the small knife in her hand with which she was opening let
