“You think it’s money, do you?” Bertram asked.
“Well, I would imagine so,” Lord Hartcourt said. “After all she would want the best for her niece. It’s natural.”
“Damn it all, Vane, if you tell me I am not good enough for Lily de Mabillon’s niece, I really shall be offended. I may not be a Croesus when it comes to money, but I am a damned sight better than those ghastly creatures she has hanging round the gaming tables.”
“Perhaps that is why she does not want odds and bods hanging round her niece.”
“I think you are now being really insulting,” Bertram said hotly. “You are certainly not explaining the letter. You would think she would be glad for the girl to get an invitation as soon as she arrived in Paris.”
“She will have plenty of invitations, especially when the Duchesse has dressed
