Chapter FiveSorilda was just about to reply when suddenly the door seemed to burst open.
As the butler announced in a somewhat shaken voice, “Lady Alison Fane, my Lady!” a woman passed him, rushing into the room in a manner that made Sorilda stare at her incredulously.
She ran towards the Earl, who had risen to his feet and as she did so Sorilda saw that the visitor was extremely attractive with fair hair, not so gold as the Duchess’s, but still unmistakably fair and with wide blue eyes that at the moment seemed to be dark with anger.
“Sholto!” she cried before she reached the Earl’s side. “It’s not true! Say it’s not true!”
Her voice seemed to ring out so shrilly that Sorilda expected the crystal chandeliers to tinkle with the force of it. Then, as the Earl did not seem to find words
