CHAPTER SIXWhen Honora left the sitting room, the Duke had poured himself some more brandy.
As he drank it, he felt a little of the resentment and irritation he had been feeling all day begin to melt away.
He also acknowledged that dinner with his new wife had not been such a bore as he had expected and she was certainly very lovely.
If he had not realised that himself, everybody he had spoken to had eulogised over Honora’s beauty until he had found it difficult because of his resentment over the wedding not to argue with them.
Only now, almost against his will, he conceded that, if he had to take a wife ready-made for him, Honora was everything she should be and tonight he had found her intelligent.
The mere thought that he had a wife was to revive the resentment he had felt when he
