Lady Merrenden went over and kissed him.
“Dear Torquilstone,” she said.
“Morning, Robert,” he mumbled, after he had greeted his aunt. “Introduce me to your fiancée.”
And Robert did with great ceremony.
“Now, I won’t call you names any more,” I said, and I laughed in his face. He bent down, and kissed my forehead.
“You are a beautiful tiger cat,” he said, “but even a year of you would be well worth while.”
Upon which Robert glared, and I laughed again, and we all went in to lunch.
He is not so bad, the Duke, after all!
Carlton House Terrace,
Dec. 21st.