He had been so kind and skilful when she was ill, but this was exceeding his authority.
She heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened but it was not Gibson who stood there but the Marquis.
He came into the cabin and she saw him glance at her packed trunk and thought that he already knew what she was trying to do.
Then, as his eyes met hers, she found the words of protest she had been about to say die on her lips. She could only look at him and think how handsome he was and how strong he had appeared when he had knocked Giles down.
“I am sorry to have been so long,” the Marquis said. “You must have been wondering where I had gone.”
“I-I wanted to – leave – but Gibson would not let me.”
“Where are you going?”
“Away – so that Giles cannot – hurt you by the things he would tell
