Chapter Twenty-Three
“We were actually here for dinner,” Ainsby said good-naturedly.
“Excellent! Then please, allow me to show you to a table in the dining room.” Lord Wickford turned and went out the door, turning toward the back of the establishment where the dining room was located.
“I think I might take you up on that drink, as well,” Charles said.
Wickford half-turned as he walked and gave him a broad smile. “A full bottle for you and Lord Ainsby, Mr. Aldridge. I think that’s the least Lord Rogan could do after his rude attack on you and Lady St. Vincent.”
Charles gave a little laugh, while silently agreeing that it was, indeed, the very least he could do.
“How is your mother doing?” Ainsby asked soon after their dinner was served.
Charles looked up from his plate. “She’s well,
