Chapter SevenLord Kiniston released Alecia’s lips and, moving himself carefully off her body, stood up.
As he did so Alecia was aware of what was happening around them.
Women were screaming shrilly, the sound mingling with the crackling flames of the fire, which was now rapidly consuming the conservatory.
There were huge sparks flying up into the air, which made those nearest to the wreckage scramble away from it as quickly as they could.
The Duke, who had also flung himself on the ground and made Lady Lillian do the same, was now on his feet, and, like Lord Kiniston, was looking around to see if anyone was injured.
A spark had set alight Elizabeth Caton’s muslin gown, but Colonel Felton-Hervey had beaten it out.
He himself had been struck by a splinter of burning wood on his forehea
