Chapter 6
Henry squeezed inside the morning room, which was packed with young men. He was surprised to see his friend Peter Ferguson.
“Ferguson? What on earth are you doing here?” he asked.
Peter’s expression was all innocence. “What? I can’t call upon an eligible young lady?”
“You never have before,” Henry noted.
“True. But you see, I was right.”
“You were right about what?”
“Lady Caroline. I told you she was a swan.”
Henry glanced across the room and found her seated on a settee, surrounded by a flock of admirers. Of course, he had seen her in Thomas Hope’s Egyptian Room, but it had been dark and their encounter had been brief.
She managed to look the same as he remembered, with blonde hair and big blue eyes, and completely different, all at the same time. In the intervening yea
