Neither of them heard the door open.
They did not see a footman enter, look at them with astonished eyes and retire to knock loudly on the door.
The sound made them spring apart and Lord Lynche called out “come in” in a voice deep and hoarse with emotion.
As the footman entered, Carina was moving towards the fireplace tidying with fingers that trembled the tumbled curls around her flushed cheeks.
“What is it?” Lord Lynche asked testily.
“I’m sorry to disturb your Lordship,” the footman answered, “but there be a man here askin’ for Lady Lynche. When I informed him that her Ladyship was dead, he said that it’s imperative that he should speak with your Lordship.”
“Tell him to come back tomorrow,” Lord Lynche commanded.
“He be a foreign gentleman,” the footman said doubtfully. “In fact
