Chapter 8

Leander had been in London just over a week when Powell walked into the library early one afternoon, interrupting his reading. “I beg your pardon, my lord, but are you home to the Viscount and Viscountess Carysfort?”

It seemed an odd question, when Leander was most obviously at home. “Of course.”

“Very good. I will show them to the drawing room. Gibson will be down with your coat immediately.”

Leander was briefly confused, but soon caught on. He had spent his time in the house wearing a shirt and trousers, just as he would have in Pelham, but obviously it was not fit for company. “Thank you, Powell.”

After a moment, Gibson arrived with his coat and cravat. Thus prepared, Leander walked into the drawing room. Inside was a couple so elegantly dressed that he was immediately self-conscious.