She stretched out her hand, saying, “Vernon! My dear, what a delightful surprise!” “What’s surprising about it?” he enquired, lifting his black brows. “Didn’t you ask me to come?” The smile remained pinned to Lady Buxted’s lips, but she replied… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“Do you mean to tell me that Mr. Trevor read my letter?” demanded Lady Buxted indignantly. “Your secretary?” “I employ him to read my letters,” explained his lordship.(Alverstroke) “Not those written by your nearest and dearest!” “Oh, no, not them… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
