Moonlight Masquerade
“He had broken his promise to join them there, choosing to hide himself in his study, away from Christine’s searching eyes, safe from her sure-to-be-probing questions.
“She’s a child. A foolish, romantic child.
She has no real experience of love. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, what she’s daring,” he told the uneaten food congealing on his plate. “She sees me as a challenge. The poor, tragic reclusive earl, hiding a scandalous secret, bearing scandalous scars. I should demand that her aunt confine her to her chamber until the roads are passable.”
He reached over to ring the bell that sat on the table beside him. “Lazarus,” he ordered when the servant appeared almost immediately, as if he lived his life just outside the study door, waiting for his master to summon him, “kindly convey my regrets to the ladies and tell them that I am indisposed for this entire evening.”
“All evening, your lordship?” Lazarus asked, clearly referring to Miss Denham’s proposed visit once her aunt was abed.
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