Chapter twelveLord Wynchingham signed his name in an angry irritated manner on the Marriage Settlement and Mr. Greychurch leant forward to sand it.
Lord Wynchingham then rose to his feet and stood staring down at the document with a strange expression on his face.
Sir Marcus Welton had been generous – very generous indeed. There was no doubt at all that, as far as her financial needs were concerned, his wife would be a very fortunate woman.
“I think that is all, my Lord,” Mr. Greychurch said. “I will have these documents sent by a groom to your Solicitor for safekeeping.”
He picked up the document, shook away the sand and was about to leave the room when Lord Wynchingham said sharply,
“Put it down! Leave it where it is!”
“Your pardon, my Lord, but I promised – ”
“I am not concerned
