Chapter 9
The Earl of Southwell's mood was blacker than ever when George Gresham greeted him at their club. He had acted like a fool, and then the girl had disappeared on him. He was both irked by this, and his conscience pricked him. Had he frightened her off?
And why should he care if he had? Far better that she ran away before he became entangled.
"A thundercloud across your face again, I see, Southwell. There is bad news regarding your ward?" Gresham asked him.
"There is as yet no news."
His friend cast him a sly look. "Or is another young chit the reason the storms have gathered? Parental outrage at her waltzing twice with you, perchance?"
Marcus was irritated. "Do not talk such folly."
Gresham, guessing he had hit the mark, could not resist a twist of the barb. "I dare say the
