Rockingham’s back!” The Earl of Clifton sighed noisily and rustled his newspaper defensively. He had brought his wife to London to prepare for their daughter, Ismene’s coming-out. He had wrenched himself away from his beloved country home for the few months of the Season and felt he had done enough. “Who is Rockingham?” he asked testily. The Countess of Clifton sat down in a flurry of satin and lace. “You are indeed out of the world,” she said with that affected laugh of hers which never failed to grate on the earl’s nerves. “The Marquess of Rockingham. The Savage Marquess. The one they say has sold his soul to the devil. He disappeared for years after that scandal when his mistress tried to hang herself. Now he is back and announces he is looking for a wife.” “Rich?” asked the earl, trying to show some interest. “Vastly so. And devilishly handsome.” “Then he should have little trouble in finding one.” The earl yawned and picked up his newspaper again. “But that is the point!
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