Chapter 3
“Dodds has already brought it up,” Mayfield said impatiently. “Gibson is no doubt unpacking it as we speak.”
Leander vaguely recalled the name of Gibson among all the others, but nothing else about him.
“I must take my leave. I have other matters that require my attention.” Mayfield made another slight bow. “Good day, Lord Dearborne.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Mayfield.” Leander didn’t need Mayfield’s condescending look to know that none of his actions sprang from kindness, but Leander felt that he ought to say something.
After another polite but cold smile, Mayfield left. Alone but for nearly a dozen servants, Leander looked around at all of them until Powell, the butler, took pity on him. “If you will walk this way, my lord.”