Chapter Thirty
“Normally, Lord St. Vincent, you tell a girl’s chaperone or father that you think you would suit,” Lady Ayres said as soon as Paul walked into her drawing room.
“Good evening, ladies,” he bowed. It looked rather like he was on trial with the eight women facing him. He felt distinctly nervous.
The younger women stood and curtsied; most of the elder ladies simply nodded to acknowledge his bow.
“I don’t believe I know everyone. Lady Blakemore, would you be so kind?” he asked, turning a smile onto that lady.
“Of course. You know Lady Ayres, of course, and Lady Sorrell.” She then went around the room, indicating each lady and saying their name. He knew almost everyone, although Mrs. Aldridge was new to him, and he’d never officially been introduced to the duchess before.
He
