He looked up and threw down his pen. “There you are! Damn it all, Markham, where the devil have you been? I sent for you ages ago.” “Walking outside.” The room was hot under the full glare of the morning sun. Luisa removed her coat and tossed it on the armchair. “What’s the matter?” “I’ve found them.” Quincy leapt up onto her jacket, turned twice, and settled himself in the center of the brown tweed with an exhausted sigh. He placed his nose on his paws and stared up at her with reproachful eyes. She turned slowly. “Found them?” Somerton was folding up a paper with hard strokes. “They’re in Italy. Philip’s nursemaid was given the boot in Milan for being with child. No doubt her ladyship believes it to be mine.” His mouth curved into a sneer. “My lord.” “We’ll depart for London at once, and prepare for our journey from there.”
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