She would not burden him with a need to dance attendance on his mother. I need someone I can talk with, without having to watch my every word in case it offends her sensibilities.’ She deliberately kept the tone light. ‘I beg you will not leave me too long at Felicity’s mercy. The grey light that dulled the brocade curtains and barely crept into the distant corners of the room matched her mood perfectly. She did not care to dwell too much on the thought. ‘I trust that you will be quite comfortable during my absence. He was dressed for travel, his cloak, gloves and flamboyantly plumed hat cast negligently on the chair by the door. Possibly three.’ Viscount Marlbrooke stood behind the desk, leafing through a sheaf of estate papers. ‘And how long do you expect to be gone?’ Lady Elizabeth Oxenden, seated in the window embrasure of the library at Winteringham Priory, addressed her son.
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