Chapter Twenty-Two
~May 19~
Elizabeth was warmly greeted by the Duchess of Warwick as she entered that lady’s private drawing room. It was a comfortable room, almost looking as if it belonged in another house entirely. The rest of the ducal residence was a study in opulence with soaring columns and an enormous golden chandelier in the foyer. This room, however, was warm with pale blue walls and mismatched, well-worn furniture.
Somehow, Elizabeth had managed to shove all the unpleasantness from her ride in the park the other day out of her mind. She could only hope that Lord Rogan was, in fact, too devoted to bettering British business interests that he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize Lord Sorrell’s committee.
“I am so glad you could come,” the duchess said, holding out her hands to
