CHAPTER TWOThe Marquis came down early to dinner looking as resplendent in his evening clothes as if he was going to a reception at Carlton House.
As he descended the ancient oak staircase, he noticed that the house smelt of beeswax and lavender and thought it was a vast improvement on the exotic perfumes that his women guests had used the night before.
He was in a mood when he was prepared to appreciate Heathcliffe and everything about it.
He was just going into the drawing room when he thought that he would first visit the library, which had been his father’s special sanctum and where he had kept a great number of the treasures that had given him great pleasure because he had collected them personally.
The magnificent pictures at Veryan and at the family house in London had been inhe
