Chapter SevenLord Harleston was dressing and at the same time instructing one of Mr. Altman’s servants how to pack his clothes.
He was missing Portman more than he liked to admit and he thought that, when he reached New York, he would try to find an English valet to replace him.
Certainly the American who was helping him now was of little or no use.
Fortunately Portman had not unpacked most of the trunks and the only things to add to them were the clothes that Lord Harleston had used before leaving for the Ranch.
He was just fastening a cufflink when there came a knock on the door and, without waiting for a reply, Waldo opened it and put his head in to say,
“Can I speak to you for a moment, my Lord?”
“Yes, of course,” Lord Harleston replied.
“You’ve plenty of time,” Waldo informed h
