Annabel"s
“My word, it"s Cardiff isn"t it? Old Mildred Cardiff"s son Daniel if I"m not mistaken. Saw you and your mother at my wedding bash last month. Knew your uncle Maurice more than your mother, of course. Attended his funeral, poor chap. Sudden affair, wasn"t it! What brings you to such a fleshpot as Annabel"s, dear boy? Not your usual stomping ground, London, I wouldn"t have thought. Marked you down as a member of some young farmers club more than a member of one of London"s trendiest nightclubs.” Lord Beaufort saw Daniel standing at the bar about to order his and Maria"s drinks.
“Ah, you"ve caught m, Lord Reg. Membership here was one of my twenty-first birthday presents. I hope you don"t mind the familiarity but it would seem pointless to stand on ceremony. I"ll tell you what brin
