Chapter fiveNorina could not think how to answer.
She stared ahead, looking at the wall of the coach as the wheels rumbled on to Paris.
The Marquis waited.
Then he said,
“Turn your face towards me, Rina.”
Because Norina was so bemused, she obeyed him and realised that he was sitting sideways to face her.
She had taken off her spectacles because they blurred her vision and she had so wanted to see the stars and the land they were passing through.
She would have put them on again, but the Marquis reached out and cupped her face with his hands.
A little shiver went through her at his touch and he said quietly,
“I will not hurt you. I am only trying to find out whether Jean was right in saying that you are très jolie.”
It was impossible for Norina to move.
Still with one hand on her
