Venetia (Regency Romances #17)

TWENTY-ONE

Mr Hendred walked into the room. He was looking pale, tired, and very angry; and after bestowing one brief glance on Venetia he addressed himself stiffly to Damerel.

‘Good-evening! You must allow me to apologise for making so belated an arrival! I do not doubt, however, that you were expecting to see me!’

‘Well, I suppose I ought to have done so, at all events,’ replied Damerel. ‘You have quite a knack of arriving in what might be called the nick of time, haven’t you? Have you dined?’