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Updated: May 11, 2025
It was almost Wentworth's first appearance since his trial. There was a moment or two of dead silence as he sauntered forward with Field. Then, with a little laugh to cover an instant's embarrassment, Lady Culverleigh came forward. She shook hands with Wentworth and asked where he had been in retreat. Violet came forward from the piano very pale but quite composed, and shook hands also.
The wedding is fixed for the week after next for the convenience of Lady Culverleigh, who wants to get out of town." "By Jove! It is quick work!" said Wentworth. There were beads of perspiration on his forehead, but the night was warm. He held himself erect as one defying Fate. So had he held himself throughout his trial; Field recognised the attitude. The song upstairs had ended.
Lady Culverleigh, Violet's sister-in-law, was an indefatigable hostess. She had the reputation for being one of the hardest-working women in the West End. The notes of a song reached Wentworth as he went towards the drawing-room. Lady Violet was singing. Her voice was rich and low. He stood outside the half-open door to listen.
Lord Culverleigh, her brother, was known to be his intimate friend, and the rumour had come already to be regarded as an accomplished fact when, like a thunder-bolt, had come Wentworth's arraignment for forgery. It had set all London talking. The evidence against him was far-reaching and overwhelming. After the first shock no one believed him innocent.
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