CHAPTER SEVENThe Earl of Fordcombe was working at his desk when the door opened and Lady Coddington looked in.
“Forgive me for bothering you,” she said in her soft voice, “but I cannot find anybody and I wondered where my brother might be.”
There was a smile on Lord Fordcombe’s face as he rose to his feet.
“I am so delighted to see you!” he exclaimed. “I have finished the chapter about the part my ancestor played in Marlborough’s campaign and I want to read it to you.”
Lady Coddington came further into the study and shut the door behind her.
“How exciting!” she said. “I am longing to hear it.”
She walked as she spoke towards the desk and Lord Fordcombe realised that it was the first time he had seen her in anything but mourning.
Instead of the black or mauve gowns she had been weari
