C68 They Have No Rights!

For the first time since she had known him, Lord Carlisle was not behind his desk. Instead, he was seated away, lounged on the settee by the wall, clad in a fine cotton shirt to keep the cold away, and a pair of dark grey trousers. His waistcoat lay discarded at the far end of the settee; he had cast it off, a rare departure from his usual formal attire