“You see, Mr. Grafton,” Miss Perkins gave his engineer a teasing smile. “I laughed at His Grace’s miniature engine the other day, and now he needs to impress upon me the grandeur of his foundry.” “Compensating for something, is he?” “I’ve no idea,” she laughed. Edgar saw red. Grafton was going to pay for that one later. He stalked into place beside them. “Don’t encourage her.”
