Chapter 4Martin bit back a groan of dismay when, the next day, Sir Hervey deigned to enter the office and stopped by his desk.
“We’re having an informal ball at home in Berkley Square, and the young people considered you might care to join us,” his superior said with a condescending smirk as though Martin would be thrilled to be included in such a treat at the very last minute.
Young people? Martin wondered until it dawned on him that Sir Hervey must be referring to his son William and his intended bride. Following Imogen’s show of temper on the previous afternoon, Martin was content to have an interval of several days before their next meeting. Also, in all honesty, given his confusing combination of lust and contempt toward young Grant, he would be happy never to confront him again. Wi
