Chapter 27
The door to Henry’s rooms was opened by his valet, a middle-aged man by the name of Gibson, whose eyebrows receded almost into his hairline at the sight of a well-dressed young lady coming to call at his master’s bachelor apartments.
“Please tell Lord Thetford that Lady Caroline Astley is here to see him,” she said, striding past Gibson into the room. “And tell him it is a matter of grave importance.”
“Yes, my lady,” Gibson said, hastening toward the door Caro happened to know led into Henry’s bedchamber. Gibson paused to peer back at her. “This explains so much,” he said, shaking his head.
Henry burst from his bedroom scant seconds later. He looked awful.
At least, that was what any lady of quality would have thought. Gracious, he couldn’t have so much as looked at a razor
