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the woman in question.
    She was absolutely determined to make herself a Duchess and the Duke had, of course, turned to Lord Lainden in despair. It was not surprising to Della that her uncle with his usual brilliance and understanding of people had in some way managed to get rid of the woman and at least there had been no scandal.
    She wondered if one of the Duke’s family was in trouble again, or alternatively it might be just something wrong on the estate.
    Whatever it was she realised that it was worrying her uncle.
    She considered that it was rather tiresome of the Duke not to try to solve his own problems.
    It was so important for her Uncle Edward to rest.
    He was, in fact, writing his memoirs which Della found extremely interesting. He had known so many famous politicians and had travelled to so many fascinating countries. In addition he possessed a sardonic sense of humour that was all his own.
    She was certain that his book, when it was finished, would be a bestseller. The difficulty with her uncle, however, was that he always wanted everything done immediately, on time and at a moment’s notice!
    That was quite impossible where a book was concerned, as there was so much he had to look up and so much he had to remember.
    Della longed to help him and yet it was impossible for her to do more than encourage and praise him. She was also able to point out any passage she found difficult to understand.
    Luncheon was not a large meal. Lord Lainden was usually in a hurry at midday, but was prepared to relax in the evening.
    As the coffee was served Della asked,
    â€œWhat are you going to do this afternoon, Uncle Edward?”
    â€œI think after what you have told me, I will ride down and see the Lee family at the gypsy camp, but first I want to talk to you, so let us go into the study.”
    Now, Della thought, she would hear what had been worrying him.
    There was a serious note in his voice, which made her think it was a somewhat serious problem. She wished the Duke would not come to upset them and it was particularly annoying when her uncle had been in such a good mood for the last two or three days.
    He had just completed a whole chapter of his book and Della had expected him to continue writing this afternoon so that they could discuss what he had done over dinner.
    Yet he suddenly wanted to go riding and visit the Lees, almost before they had settled down. This was something he had never done before and she could not help thinking that whatever the Duke had said was really worrying him.
    As they walked down the corridor Lord Lainden put his hand on Della’s shoulder.
    â€œYou know how much I love having you here with me, my dear,” he began. ‘In fact you have brought sunshine into the house which has made a great deal of difference to me and to everyone else.”
    Della looked at him in surprise.
    â€œThat is a very sweet compliment to pay me, Uncle Edward, but I cannot help wondering why you have done so now.”
    They had reached the study door and her uncle took his hand from her shoulder.
    â€œThat is just what I am going to tell you, my dear Della.”
    They walked into the room.
    As Della expected her uncle went to stand in front of the fireplace as he invariably did when he was discussing anything important. In the winter the fire was warming, but now the fireplace was merely filled with plants, which created a patch of colour whilst looking very attractive.
    Della sat down in one of the armchairs in front of her uncle.
    She thought, as she looked at him, that despite his age he was a very good–looking and attractive man. There was an air of authority and gravitas about him, which was only to be expected after his distinguished career.
    Although his hair was turning white, it still covered his head and he was by no means bald.
    Silhouetted against a magnificent picture of horses by Stubbs, he looked, she decided, exactly as an Englishman should and it would be difficult