Chapter FiveThe Marquis was waiting in the salon when Lucia came somewhat nervously from her bedroom.
She appreciated that he had not asked her to return to the library from which she had fled in consternation.
She saw as she entered the very beautiful room, with its high-backed chairs covered in needle-point and tapestries covering most of the walls, that he had changed his coat which had been damaged by the stiletto.
Otherwise he was still wearing the clothes he had worn to her father’s funeral.
She glanced at him, then glanced away, and as if he realised how shy and embarrassed she was, he said in a calm, matter-of-fact voice,
“I am looking forward to showing you my yacht.”
As he spoke he handed her a glass of champagne and picking up his own, lifted it high in his hand.
“Let us
