“Then the dogs will look after me until you return,” Salvia smiled.
She had been thrilled with the Viscount’s dogs who had greeted her excitedly when she arrived.
They were both very fine specimens of gun dogs and the Viscount explained to her how well they had been trained when he took them both out shooting with him in the winter months.
She was rather nervous in case they took a dislike to her and snapped at Twi-Twi. But they accepted him as one of themselves.
He was perfectly happy to scamper after them even though his legs were not as long as theirs.
“If you have the dogs to sleep with you as well as Twi-Twi,” the Viscount said, “I will not worry that you are feeling lonely or are being frightened by burglars.”
“Don’t say things like that,” she begged. “Anyway I am sure that the
