James took the slim woman’s hand to his lips. His warm brown eyes conveyed the unmistakable message that though she was crowding sixty, he still found her attractive. “Lord Hamilton, you may call me Lady Susan. Cholmondeley is such a mouthful.” She smiled. “Even in the wilds of Norfolk, we have heard that the Prince and Princess of Wales will soon be in residence at Sandringham.” James knew that the news had traveled through the grapevine of servants. “Lady Susan, I’d like you to meet Lady Anne Howe, Princess Alexandra’s most trusted lady-in-waiting, who has come to make sure everything is in readiness for Her Royal Highness.” “I’m delighted to meet you, Lady Anne. I am hopeful for an invitation to meet Princess Alexandra. Alas, this is likely our last journey to Norfolk. My husband’s gout prevents him from walking or even riding these days. He will be much more comfortable at Cholmondeley Castle in Cheshire.”
