The Duke thought that perhaps here was the answer to why Alister had given Kitty Varden, a Music Hall comedienne with a reputation for singing lewder songs than had ever before been heard on a stage, a wedding ring.
It was, however, obvious that his nephew was on edge and, if he was to have a nervous actress to cope with too, the Duke decided to pour oil on waters that looked like being somewhat tempestuous.
“I am sure everything is going to be all right,” he said soothingly. “Bardsley is a gentleman, the son of a Clergyman as it happens and he will find us exactly the right sort of wife that you should have had.”
“I must say he looks as if he has good blood in him,” Alister McCraig remarked. “He does not seem like the usual run of actors.”
“He is not!” the Duke said briefly.
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