“I am glad it pleases you, Carter.”
“It does, my Lord!” Carter replied, “and Miss Lalita could no more manage on ’er own than a babe in arms, so we can see she comes to no trouble ’ere with us.”
“Yes, Carter, we will make certain of that,” Lord Heywood nodded.
It was only when Carter was ready to leave and Lord Heywood realised that he must write down their names for the Special Marriage Licence that he said to Lalita,
“It seems absurd, my darling, and no one would believe it, but I do not know your surname.”
“It is – Duncan.”
She said it in a way that told Lord Heywood that she expected him to recognise it, but, although he tried to remember any association with that name, for the moment his mind was blank
“Surely,” he smiled, “it is about time you told me your momentous secret?”
