had temporarily left his master's handsome face, returned.Silence.Max sighed and dropped his head on to his hands. "Have you seen her, Masterton?""I did manage to get a glimpse of the young lady when Hillshaw showed her into the library,Your Grace."Max screwed his eyes tightly shut. Masterton's insistence on using the term "young lady" spokevolumes. All of Max's servants were experienced in telling the difference between ladies and the sortof female who might be expected to call at a bachelor's residence. And if both Masterton and Hillshaw insisted the woman downstairs was a young lady, then a young lady she must be. But it wasinconceivable that any young lady would pay a nine o'clock call on, the most notorious rake in London.Taking his master's silence as a sign of commitment to the day, Masterton crossed the large chamber to the wardrobe. "Hillshaw mentioned that the young lady, a Miss Twinning, Your Grace, was under the impression she had an appointment with you."Max had the sudden conviction that this was a nightmare. He rarely made appointments with anyoneand certainly not with young ladies for nine o'clock in the morning. And particularly not with unmarried young ladies. "Mi
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