Blackwood's Lady. Gail Whitiker

well, under the circumstances, I think it better that Lord Blackwood not hear about…Alistair and the others right now,’ Nicola muttered.

      ‘I thought you were planning on taking your menagerie with you when you married?’

      ‘I was,’ she confessed. ‘And I did tell Lord Blackwood about the puppies, and he said he did not mind my having pets. I just haven’t found the right moment to tell him about…the others.’

      ‘Well, I would advise you to do it soon, my dear,’ Lady Dorchester said as she carefully took the soiled bandage from her niece and handed it to Trethewy who had magically appeared in the doorway. ‘I doubt the marquis’s perception of pets is going to be the same as yours, and he will hardly be expecting his future marchioness to be a gamekeeper! Now, come along upstairs, and let me have a good look at that arm!’