He realised he could almost read Rosetta’s thoughts and he could sense that she was thinking he was selfish and indifferent to those dependant upon him.
He turned away from her gaze to look down at the plans again and then he enquired politely,
“Tell me exactly where this is on your estate and where does it come into mine.”
Gordon took a pencil from the writing table and, as he did so, Rosetta moved closer to the Marquis.
“This is Monkswood here,” she pointed to the plan. “This side of Monkswood is where you shoot. Although it is some way from The Castle, you would have an excellent view of the Racecourse from your Tower.”
“How do you know?” the Marquis asked sharply.
“Because I can use my eyes, my Lord. When I was riding, and I admit trespassing, over your land last week, I was t
