Chapter FifteenI hear you’re interested in Greek antiquities, Mr. Istoriakis,” Yiannis’s dancing partner said. She was an elegant woman about five years or so older than Yiannis, which made her a very nice change from all of the silly debutantes he’d been devoting himself to for the past few weeks.
What made her even more interesting was that her husband, an older man who not only indulged his young wife in all of her whims but stayed out of her way, choose to reside at his estate somewhere in the north of England. She had, apparently, provided him with the necessary heir he’d married her for, and a second child as well, and now enjoyed her freedom as a married woman in London.
“I am, my lady,” Yiannis answered when they came back together again as the dance permitted. “Are you a collect
