The Duke Hadn’t Laughed Since the War

in the same composed tone as everything else.

“Your mother,” Constance said.

“I will speak to her this afternoon,” he said, looking at the wall. “She did not know about the tincture; I am certain of that. She knew Pell managed my correspondence, and she allowed it, and she should not have. That is its own accounting.” He looked at her. “She is still continue reading …