He realised that she had an entrancing dimple in each cheek and her eyes, when she was amused, held a Puckish mischievousness.
“I forbid you, sir, to spoil my story!” she challenged him.
“I promise you not to do that,” the Marquis answered. “But tell me why do you have such a partiality for woods?”
She put her head a little on one side as though she was considering his question.
“I think it is because we all have special places in the world that we feel we belong to,” she said. “Some people feel fulfilled in themselves when they are beside the sea – some people wish to climb mountains, which give them something they cannot explain and something I suppose that is spiritual.”
She paused and then continued.
“But I have always felt at home and happy in a wood. I seem to belong to the tre
