CHAPTER FOURInside Torr House Cork wearily walked towards the front door.
All afternoon the steady stream of curious visitors to Torr House had not ceased. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to meet the new owner, who, gossip said, was the grandson of the old Marquis who used to visit his ‘Frenchwoman’ there.
And every other person came to offer their services.
“We’ve ’eard that the Frenchwoman’s house is to be sold,” they started.
“No, it is not. His Lordship intends to live in it.”
“Is he really knocking it down? T’would be a shame if he were,” said others.
Cork fervently hoped that this latest caller would not demand to see inside the house or to ‘have a word’ with the Viscount, for he had given strict instructions that he was not to be disturbed in the library where he was working.
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