“I think you have a good idea what I mean, Colonel. She told you, didn’t she? She’s the most intemperate woman I’ve ever met, in this century or any other.” Grey started involuntarily at that, and cursed himself as he saw the look of satisfaction in Richardson’s eyes. What the devil did I just tell him? “Ah, yes. Well, then—” Richardson leaned forward. “I am also—what Mrs. Fraser, and her daughter and grandchildren, are.”
