When Ellie caught sight of the young man, her face underwent an enormous change. The colour drained from her cheeks and she looked struck with something akin to fear while her hand went involuntarily to her breast. Lord Dillinger, startled by her reaction, looked around and saw his eldest son coming towards them.
'Alfred, dear boy, come and greet your old playmate!' he said jovially. 'Is she not a beautiful bride now?'
Ellie gathered her wits together and tried to compose herself but a flush had come over her face and to her surprise, it was reflected by an answering flush on Alfie's face also. He took her hand, kissed it, and smiled at her but not as he would once have done. All was now distant and gentlemanly. Once, free from restraint, he would have taken her aside to chatter and make jokes and gossip about the company. Was this her old playmate? Her erstwhile lover?