The Toplofty Lord Thorpe
“Julian eyed the unkempt fields with the distaste only a good land manager could know, while Lucy clucked her tongue at the neglected state of the small manor house and outbuildings.
“I thought you said this Anscom fellow was a gentleman farmer,” Dexter said, breaking the small silence. “No wonder the chit grabbed at you, coz. She must have been desperate to improve her lot.”
Lucy was becoming very weary of Dexter’s frequent allusions to the possibility of Julian’s guilt. “She did not ‘grab’ for anything his lordship offered, you thick dolt, for he didn’t offer anything.”
“Of course he didn’t,” Dexter assured her hastily. “It’s just that it gets so confusing trying to separate Julian from the real criminal. In my mind I know he is innocent; it is only my mouth that confuses the issue.”
“Then I suggest, my dear cousin, that you keep your mouth shut,” the earl put in before Lucy could let loose with what he was sure was bound to be a scathing lecture.
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