“I am just the same,” Lord Hartcourt replied patiently, “but you must learn, Bertie, not to interfere in things that don’t concern you. I never have discussed my women with anyone and I do not intend to start now.”
“Regimental honour and all that sort of thing?” Bertie teased him. “Well, you are right, I suppose. But I cannot at all understand what is happening and that’s the truth. First there is Henriette banging on the door and making a regular nuisance of herself while you skip off to the country and after you left the party on Saturday night everything seemed to go wrong.”
“What do you mean by that?” Lord Hartcourt asked.
“Well, by the time I reached the balcony you had gone and Miss Weedon seemed almost in tears. She would not talk and would not dance. What did you say to upset he
