CHAPTER FIVEThe Marquis stared in astonishment as Ivana Wadebridge walked into the room.
She was wearing the emerald green gown in which he had first seen her and it made her look very picturesque besides accentuating her white skin.
As she came nearer, he thought that she looked unnaturally pale, in fact frightened.
He was so astounded at her sudden appearance that he did not rise but remained sitting at his desk.
Then Markham who was standing in front of him exclaimed,
“No, no, Miss Ivana. Leave this to me. You must not be involved.”
Ivana smiled at him.
“But I am involved, Marky, and we cannot go on pretending. His Lordship had better know the worst.”
“No, please,” Mr. Markham pleaded.
‘Leave it to me,” she insisted firmly, “and I prefer to speak to his Lordship alone.”
Mr. Ma
