The aging peer was on the ground and running before his horse came to a complete stop. Whitcomb jerked opened the door just as his master reached it. Ashton made no notice, tossing his hat and gloves towards the man. “Satiné!” he yelled. “Cashémere.” “Neither lady is at home, Sir,” Whitcomb said softly behind him. The baron swung around, glaring at the man delivering the message. “What do you mean? Surely someone has found Satiné by now!” The baron’s voice rose on each word. “No, Sir. We have heard nothing since Lord Worthing departed in pursuit.” The baron openly recoiled from the news. “And Cashémere? Where is she?” “Perhaps I might answer your questions, Your Lordship,” Lady Worthing spoke from the landing. “Please join me in Viscount Lexford’s room. I prefer not to leave His Lordship unattended for long.” Very royally, Eleanor turned and ascended the steps as if she were the house’s mistress.” Although a bit surprised at seeing the viscountess in his home, Ashton followed Lady Worthing to Lexford’s room.
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