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

with a garden the Duke had made for him, sit in the best chair by the fire with a rug over his knees and a glass of good port in his hand. She had also insisted that Mr. Holston, who had retired at last from Ashenford and lived in a small, pretty room upstairs at Marchwood, come down to be introduced as the man who had first been kind to her. Mr. Holston,continue reading …