Penny Jordan Collection(9)

                Alex and Mollie weren’t his only sources of information,                     though. Only the previous winter in London, Ran had unexpectedly bumped into                     Sylvie’s mother, Alex’s stepmother, predictably just outside Harvey Nichols.

                Belinda had gushed enthusiastically over his recent elevation                     to the peerage. She had always been the most appalling snob and Ran could still                     remember how bitterly she had opposed Alex’s request to her after his father had                     died that Sylvie be allowed to stay on at Otel Place with him instead of being                     sent to boarding school.

                ‘Sylvie cannot possibly live with you, Alex,’ she had told him                     sharply. ‘For one thing it simply wouldn’t be proper. There is, after all, no                     blood relationship between you. And for another... Sylvie has been spending far                     too much time with the wrong sort of people.’

                Ran, who had been standing outside Alex’s library whilst this                     conversation had been taking place, had turned round and been about to walk away                     when, to his disgust, he had suddenly heard his own name mentioned. Alex had                     demanded of his stepmother, ‘What wrong sort of people...?’

                ‘Well, Ran for a start... Oh, I know you count him as one of                     your friends, but he’s still merely an employee and—’

                Alex had immediately exploded, informing his stepmother, much                     to Ran’s chagrin, ‘Ran is a friend and, as for                     anything else, he happens to be far better born than either you or I.’

                ‘Really?’ had come back the acid retort. ‘He might be better                         born, Alex, but he still doesn’t have any money.                     Sylvie is very much in danger of developing the sort of crush on him that could                     totally ruin her reputation if she’s to make the right sort of marriage.’

                ‘“The right sort of marriage”?’ Alex had retorted angrily. ‘For                     heaven’s sake, what century are you living in...?’

                ‘Sylvie is my daughter and there’s no way I want her mixing                     with the estate workers...and that includes Ran... And whilst we’re on the                     subject, Alex, I really do think that as Sylvie’s stepbrother you do have a                     responsibility to her to protect her from unsuitable...friendships...’