Chapter Eight
The Presentation
From his second-story window, Max watched the Rolls pull up to the entrance. His nephew, well-dressed, and looking trim and fit from his holiday, bounded out of the car, and strode purposely up the stairs, taking the steps two-at-a-time.
“He’s here, Parkhurst. Have Sarah see to the door; then, make sure Lady Cantwell is ready.”
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The three family members sat together in the parlor, chatting amiably. Max was his usual fun-loving self, brimming with boyish enthusiasm, and practically licking his chops in anticipation. Nigel seemed alert and especially animated, his impatience obvious, only half-hidden beneath the polite veneer of social small talk. Maude, erect and poised as always, sat watching the men, mildly amused by the male banter. All three felt t
