“Ash will be furious. Lady Society is calling him out.” The viscount was leaning back in his chair, holding a copy of the Quizzing Glass, grinning.
“Again?” the others asked.
“It’s a good thing whoever writes that column remains anonymous. Ash would destroy her.”
“Nothing ruffles Ash. He’s far too clearheaded.” Godric St. Laurent, the Duke of Essex, reached for the paper and scanned it. “Wait until Emily reads this. She is convinced that Ash and Lady Melbourne need to meet in a proper setting where they are forced to be civil.”
Lucien Russell, the Marquess of Rochester, stood by the window and turned at Godric’s words. “That’s all Horatia has been talking about for the last month. She said Anne invited them to tea with Lady Melbourne this afternoon.”
Ashton stood in the doorway, liste
