”I can hardly believe your Lordship has married a woman you thought to be a Governess,” he snarled angrily.
“That is my business,” the Marquis replied, “and, as there is no more to say on the subject, I can only tell you that your visit here is fruitless. You will be informed the day before our wedding is formally announced.”
As he spoke, he put out his hand towards the bell-pull on the wall beside him.
Almost immediately the door opened and Harris appeared.
“Will you show Mr. Warner to his carriage,” the Marquis ordered.
For a moment Cyril Warner hesitated and there was no doubt the fury expressed in his face was about to pour out through his lips.
The Marquis walked away towards the window and stood looking out at the garden with his back to him.
Harris now had the door wide open
