She had not yet had time to enquire, but she was certain that the staff at Dorrington House were well catered for.
She did not know why, but she was sure that Lord Dorrington would consider it wrong to think only of his own comfort while forgetting those who served him.
When dinner was over the ladies withdrew to an anteroom. As there was no hostess, the Duchess of Devonshire assumed the role.
“We were all so delighted to hear of your marriage, Lady Dorrington,” she said to Alyna. “Your husband is not only the best looking young man in London but also has the best manners.”
“And, of course, many hearts have lain palpitating at his feet!” a dark beauty remarked petulantly.
She was so lovely that Alyna felt a stab of jealousy. Had she tried to capture Lord Dorrington?
“His Lordship up
