Chapter nine“Look out for ’is Nibs, ’e be as mad as the devil about summat.”
The door of Tina’s room was ajar and she heard quite clearly what one footman passing another on the landing said.
For a moment she sat very still and then one hand crept to her breast as she quelled the tumult that had suddenly arisen in her heart.
She was at her secrétaire striving to write a letter of thanks to Sir Marcus Welton for his hospitality the night before.
The Dowager had commanded her to do so, but she was finding it almost impossible to express her gratitude and apologise for the anxiety she had caused them without insinuating that she resented his behaviour and the attentions that he had forced upon her.
But now, in a moment, everything was forgotten.
She sprang to her feet, crossed the room
