“I was half-afraid that you would not come,” the highwayman said at last.
“Nothing would have prevented me,” Lady Roysdon answered and wondered as she spoke if she sounded too intense.
“I don’t think that you will need your cloak. It is very warm this evening.”
He took it from her as he spoke and then stood looking at her low-cut evening gown, the silver gauze of which did little to conceal the exquisite lines of her figure and at the ribbons tied beneath her breasts.
“Perfect!” he said softly as if he seriously appraised her before he gave his approval.
Then he drew her emerald necklace from his pocket.
“As I told you before, you don’t really need them, but they complete your ensemble.”
“Tonight I am prepared to accept your compliments.”
He fastened the emeralds at the back of her
