encourage her to be interested in him.
“I suppose it is too soon for him to think any girl attractive after Claribel,” the Duke told himself ruefully.
Then once again there was that question in his mind as to why he had felt so strange when he saw Lucien kissing Giona’s hand.
Hibbert called him at his usual early hour and he went riding, knowing there was no question of Lucien rising early enough to join him.
He resisted an impulse to ride in the direction of the Dower House and instead galloped over the Park in the opposite direction.
Breakfast was waiting for him when he returned a little later than usual and he was just finishing what had been a satisfying meal when the butler announced,
“Mr. Middleton has arrived from London to see Your Grace.”
“Mr. Middleton!” the Duke exclaimed in surprise.
Then before he could say any more Mr. Middleton walked into the dining room.
“Good-Heavens!” the Duke ejaculated. “What brings you here so early in the morning? Has the house burnt down, or have I been robbed of everything I possess?”
“Neither, Your Grace,” Mr. Middleton replied.
He waited for the butler to close the door and they were left alone in the dining room before he said,
“I received news last night that I thought should be in your hands immediately.”
“About Sir Jarvis?”
Mr. Middleton nodded.
“Sit down and tell me about it,” the Duke invited. “Will you have a cup of coffee?”
“Thank you, that can wait,” Mr