CHAPTER FOURThe Marquis awoke in the morning with a feeling of excitement that he had not known for years.
He had been a long time in going to sleep, finding it difficult to see anything but Ivana’s face and her expressive eyes.
He kept remembering how frightened she had seemed when he and Anthony had first walked into her drawing room at The Manor and, the more he thought over the way they had been received, the more he was absolutely convinced that she and her nurse had been expecting them.
It was not really surprising that the nurse had called him ‘my Lord’ and known who he was.
After all, she had lived at Flagstaff Manor for years and she would have been well aware that there was nobody else in the neighbourhood with his appearance or consequence.
Far more significant was the fact
