CHAPTER THREEThe Duke came down for breakfast early, knowing that he had an appointment to see the Prince Regent at ten o’clock.
This meant that he had to be at Carlton House at least a quarter of an hour earlier.
He was not surprised that he was alone and he was half way through breakfast before Nelita appeared.
He expected her to look tired.
Instead of which she seemed like a burst of spring as she came rushing into the dining room.
“Good morning,” she blurted out. “I am sorry that I am late. It was not that I overslept, but I was thinking what fun it was last night and forgot the time.”
“I am glad you enjoyed yourself,” the Duke said.
“And you did too,” Nelita replied firmly. “I knew you would think those dancers fascinating.”
The Duke had, in fact, been very impressed by the ba
