CHAPTER THREE“Lady Edith Burn, Your Grace!”
A flunkey announced and the Duke, who was reading the newspaper in a chair in his Study, rose to his feet.
His cousin came in looking extremely elegant and as usual dressed in the latest fashion, but he knew by the expression on her face before she spoke that she was perturbed.
“I can hardly believe there could be such a chapter of disasters!” she exclaimed.
The Duke held out his hand.
“What else has gone wrong?” he enquired.
Lady Edith had journeyed to Southampton to meet the wedding party, consisting of Mr. and Mrs. Vandevilt and Magnolia, because he had refused firmly and categorically to do so.
“How can you be so discourteous, Seldon?” his cousin had asked.
“I have so much to do here,” the Duke replied, “and I have no intention of sta
