Your loving Grandmother, Lady Elder AN HOUR LATER, SUSANNAH AND MRS. PRINCETON stood in front of Sir Randolph Gibson’s door. A well-dressed butler answered. “Yes?” he questioned with his nose so high in the air he had to look down on Susannah, though he wasn’t any taller than she. “I am the Dowager Duchess of Blooming, and I’m here to see Sir Randolph. If he is at home, I would be pleased if he could give me a few minutes of his time.” The butler snapped to attention and blinked rapidly. It was almost comical at how instantly his attitude changed when he heard she was a duchess. He swept a low bow and said, “Forgive me, Your Grace. Please come in. Sir Randolph is at home, and I’ll check at once to see if he might be available.” “Thank you.” “I’m sure Sir Randolph would want me to offer you tea or chocolate while you wait,”
