“Islingtons have very good hearing,” said the duke. He came back down the path, glancing at his pocket watch—the very same which featured in our first meeting—and said with a great deal of dignified challenge, “And we cannot be caged, Miss Lion. Do your worst.” “I thought you believed I already had?” To which he considered me a moment through half-lidded eyes. “Indeed.” And so it was that I brought the Duke of Islington home, as if he were a found puppy.
