CHAPTER TENMadelina struggled, but the Duke had such a tight hold on her that it was useless.
He hurried her along the corridor and out into the street, where Mrs. Winston waited at the open door of their carriage.
“So you did come after all!” commented Madelina bitterly.
“Yes, as soon as I recalled that your father once mentioned Oswald Vane as being an old friend of his,” replied Mrs. Winston tartly. “Lady Bamber would know that the two were acquainted, in which case it seemed so strange that you should be invited to the play and not me!”
She paused and then rambled on,
“When we saw you and that man, de Burge, in the box together, I understood the reason! Your cousin, Lady Bamber, cannot have any idea of the facts to be arranging such a meeting behind my back.”
“She doesn’t,” said
