Chapter EightThe Earl returned to Berkeley Square as the sun was rising.
He walked into his house with an expression on his face that made the night-footman glance at him apprehensively.
Placing his cape and hat in the man’s hand, the Earl went towards the staircase, but, as he was about to ascend it, a figure came from the shadows and said,
“May I speak with your Lordship?”
He glanced round in surprise to see Syringa’s Nanny standing in the hall.
“It’s very late!” the Earl replied, his hand on the banister.
“What I have to say is urgent, my Lord!”
There was a steely note in Nanny’s voice that the Earl recognised.
Although his inclination was to dismiss her without hearing what she had to say, he turned with an irritated movement of his shoulders and walked across the hall to the l
