Chapter 13
“Sir Lyle is here to see you, Lady Catherine.” Her butler’s words stopped her in the hall. “He is waiting in the drawing room.”
“Where is Miss Barrow?” she asked, continuing to strip off her grass-stained gloves.
“She has gone out, my lady.”
Catherine almost groaned. This was highly inconvenient. “Send him my compliments, if you please, and tell him I regret—”
“I thought I heard your voice.” The door leading from the drawing room opened, and Sir Lyle emerged into the hall. He dismissed the butler with a nod.
“Good afternoon, Sir Lyle,” Catherine said. “I have just come back from a ride. Would you mind waiting a little longer, while I change?”
“That must have been some ride,” Sir Lyle said, looking amused. “Did you fall?”
Catherine glanced down at the stains on her clothe
