And why is she disheveled? Has there been an accident?” “She was assaulted and knocked to the ground,” Lord St. Vincent began to explain. “Surely you don’t know her well enough for that yet.” “By the dog,” Lord St. Vincent clarified acidly. “Shouldn’t you have him trained?” “Ivo is training him,” came his father’s prompt reply. Lord St. Vincent cast a pointed glance toward the distance, where the red-headed boy could be seen chasing after the scampering dog. “It would seem the dog is training Ivo.”
