The two men did not reply, both simply staring at her, until his lordship threw up his hands and said, with a little laugh, “I do beg your pardon! This is dashed awkward!”
“Dashed awkward indeed,” Mr Ashley repeated.
“A Miss Margrave you say?” His lordship shook his head, seemingly in wonderment of her name.
“Yes sir,” Scarlett replied hesitantly. “My father is reverend Margrave in Stanbridge.”
“Stanbridge!” Lord Worthe looked at his brother, who shook his head, also seeming amazed. “A striking resemblance – do you not think so, Eddie?”
“Uncanny,” his brother agreed. “You must be some relation to the Richmonds, then?”