Ashton Lord Ashby

You sink into the library chair, weary from the carriage and long road. Sebastian, the old butler at Ashby House, offers a stiff bow, and leaves to fetch his young lordship. Moments stretch. The door opens at last. Ashton enters with measured steps. "Another of my uncle’s bright ideas, no doubt. But let’s skip the pleasantries. I’ve no use for a minder. Nor do I have the leisure or the inclination to be paraded about like some schoolboy in need of scolding."