“I am engaged to be married,” Druscilla asserted defiantly. “If you insult me, my fiancé will deal with you.”
“Do you think I am frightened by a young whippersnapper like that?” the man enquired. “And whether you are engaged or married, Druscilla, it matters not where you and I are concerned.”
“Let me pass – I will not stay here and listen to you,” Druscilla cried.
“You will not get away as easily as that,” was the reply. “I want you, Druscilla, my God, how I want you! It drives me mad even to think about you. That white skin of yours. Do you imagine that a man can once touch you and not long to do so again? Damme, but you were lovely in the firelight, do you think I could ever forget?”
“Let me – go!”
The Marquis heard Druscilla almost scream the words and then there was silence as th
