She knew without the Viscount speaking that he was sceptical and thought her over-optimistic.
When they reached Mr. Roseburg’s office in Cheapside and were shown into his private sanctum, the Viscount was surprised at the effusive way that he greeted them.
“Well, well, your Ladyship, this is indeed an honour,” he beamed at Jemima. “When I was told that it was you and not your cousin who had married his Lordship I called my informant a liar!”
“No, Mr. Roseburg, it is quite true,” Jemima said, “and let me introduce my husband, who is very anxious to meet you.”
Mr. Roseburg held out his hand.
At the same time, after he had invited them to sit down and ordered a servant to give them a glass of wine, Jemima was aware, as was the Viscount, that he eyed them a little warily.
“Now what can I
