“She was – so – plausible,” Clarinda murmured miserably. “She told me that she always – thought she could have been an – actress.”
“And so you mean to say that we have quarrelled, fought and that you have raged at me incessantly all because some tiresome, imaginative skitter-brain beguiled you with a load of moonshine?” Lord Melburne asked her scornfully.
“I thought – I was being – loyal to my friend. I was deeply – distressed by what she – related to me.”
There was a little sob in her voice and she walked towards the window.
“I would like to meet this Miss Jessica Tansley or whatever she is called now,” Lord Melburne said grimly.
“You – will,” Clarinda answered. “She told me – that she is coming – South for your – Wedding.”
“My Wedding?” Lord Melburne flashed.
“Yes. She is a – rela
