Chapter 2There was a mossy bank sloping down to the forest pool and Sylvina sat down on it and pulled her skirt over her ankles.
She looked up at the Marquis.
“Let’s sit here for a short while,” she suggested. “Perhaps we shall see the deer come down to drink.”
He stretched himself at her side, his highly polished hessian boots glinting in the sunshine.
After a brief glance at him, she sat looking into the shadow of the trees, her small fingers clasped in her lap, her eyes wide and excited like a child who was being taken to a playhouse for the first time.
The Marquis watched her with an expression on his face that his friends would have found hard to recognise. For once he was not looking cynical, there was no hard line to his lips and his eyes were no longer bored.
The wind rustlin
