*
Luncheon was delicious and served in the most attractive small dining room Norina had ever imagined.
As they moved back to the salon with Jean assisting the Marquis, he said,
“We can hardly stay cooped up in the house all day. Where shall we go, Jean?”
Jean shook his head.
“There is nowhere, monsieur, where you would not be seen.”
“I need some air.”
“If Monsieur sat in the garden behind the bushes, he would be invisible except perhaps for two windows on that side of the house.”
“Then that is where I shall go,” the Marquis said. “Are you coming too, Rina?”
“I would like to join you,” Norina said, “but may I first write a letter which I want posted at once?”
“Of course,” the Marquis agreed.
She went to the secretaire and wrote a short note to Dawes. She told him where she was st
