CHAPTER FOURFor a moment Craig thought that the Countess was going to refuse.
Then she looked over her shoulder nervously and he knew she was wondering if Lord Neasdon was watching her.
However, he had already vanished into the adjoining salon and, as if the Countess felt released from some restraint that Craig could not understand, she walked quickly through the open French window into the garden.
There were not many people moving across the lawn and beneath the trees Craig deliberately put his hand under the Countess’s elbow and guided her to where there were fewer lights.
Having been in the Grand Duke’s garden several times before, he knew there were seats made comfortable with silk cushions and there were also small arbours which, covered with climbing vines, were places where thos
