The parlor door opened, and Sir Anthony crossed the room in long-legged strides. “Susan, dear,” he said, “there’s been a slight change in plans.”
Behind him, Concordia saw Barton Isley.
And Isley’s wife, Lily.
Lady Dunwick gave her husband a startled glance.
Mr. Isley cleared his throat. “We are sorry to impose upon your luncheon,” he said stiffly, looking over at his wife.
Lily Isley fluttered a handkerchief. “Oh, Lady Dunwick! It was entirely my fault. I was with Barton when he met Sir Anthony, and I realized it had been ages since we had seen each other last. I simply had to come! I hope you don’t mind?”
Lady Dunwick, with perfect composure, crossed the room and clasped Lily’s hand. “Nonsense, Mrs. Isley, it’s so kind of you to join us. What a festive group we will have now! Pl
