Isobel turned from Lord Melham to chat to Mr. Bishopstoke. He was the younger son of an earl and even though she did not recognize him which was quite natural for her of course, but she spoke to him like an old acquaintance. This gave her an excellent view of Lord Wyndham’s profile while he was talking to Mrs. De Winter.
“Lady Britchwell has assembled a very creditable number of guests, considering the Season is well under way,” Mr. Bioshopstoke observed.
“I expect that we all need a little rest now and then and besides, she is exceptional at giving parties.”
“I suspect she has another motive than simple entertainment on this occasion.”
Isobel who had just popped another slice of lobster cutlet in her mouth, could only look at him in question.
“Lord Wyndham is her godson,” Bishopstoke
