SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

Marchwood House, in the county of Somerset, there was a party.

It was not a grand ball, but a small dance for the tenants and neighbors held on the first anniversary of the Duke’s marriage. Vivien had planned lines, spending three weeks arranging the details.

She had insisted that old Mr. Peek, who now lived at Marchwood in a small cottage of his own continue reading …