Instead he agreed with what she had said and a few minutes later they arrived at his Palazzo.
They went up the stairs and Lucia went at once to her bedroom to take off her bonnet.
It was some time before she joined the Marquis in the attractive library where he had hung her father’s pictures.
He was standing looking at one of them, finding once again that the light which Beaumont had depicted on the water and sky seemed almost to vibrate towards him when Lucia came into the room.
She walked to his side to say very quietly,
“That is my favourite of all Papa’s pictures. I thought when he had finished it that it was speaking to me.”
“That is what I was thinking myself,” the Marquis replied.
She flashed him a little glance that told him once again that she thought him wonderful because
