Chapter Eleven
One evening, a month after her party, Lady Deborah invited him to dinner at a restaurant in Mayfair where the chef had just won his second Michelin star. “It’s hideously expensive,” she said as they took their seats, “but my husband is paying. Of course he doesn’t know it.” She smiled.
When they had given their orders to the waiter and were sipping their wine, she said that she had something very important to say to him. “You do accept, do you not, that you are mine, to dispose of how I please.”
“Yes, my lady,” he said.
“I have made a big decision,” she said. “It will involve a total change in your life-style.”
He said nothing. What could she possibly have in mind?
“I want you to take up a different career, if I can call it that. It will involve you resigning your posi
