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Was everyone in Cuckfield waiting for her to inherit, waiting to approach with cap in hand?

“Good God, man,” Lord Randall said sharply “A lady does not discuss money in public A lady does not discuss money at all”

Mr Gilligan bowed repeatedly “Forgive me When Miss Lovell spoke of hope, I assumed—”

“Hope that things will change now Lord Greystone has returned,” Lydia clarified

Mr Gilligan froze For a lazed, and he stared right through her

“I beg your pardon?” Mr Gilligan gulped “Who has returned?”

“Lord Greystone”

“Greystone is back?” Lord Randall asked with some surprise, but his expression soon reverted to one of cool indifference

Mr Gilligan chuckled nervously For the first tirin faltered “My dear, you must be mistaken”

Lord Randall sighed and exaernails “Have you finished with the steward, Miss Lovell? I did not travel all the way from London to stand about idle”

Lydia ignored him “I can assure you, Lord Greystone arrived at thehim on the road” She chose not to reveal anythe evil eye

Beads of sweat broke out on the steward’s brow All colour drained froan at his head and rippled through his body until his toes were tapping

“Lord Greystone ha-has returned?” Mr Gilligan said, his crooked teeth chattering

Bless the man He looked positively petrified

“For goodness’ sake, pull yourself together,” Lord Randall said