CHAPTER TWO“I was – upset,” she said in a voice he could hardly hear, “because they had – my dog killed.”
As she spoke the last word she put the handkerchief that the Duke had given her up to her eyes.
He realised that she was now making every effort to keep herself from sobbing hysterically.
“There is no hurry,” he said gently. “We have lots of time. Just tell me first of all why you were staying with Penelope’s parents and why your dog was with you.”
“He was the only thing I had left, the only thing – I had to love,” was the answer that came in jerky tones from behind her hands.
The Duke waited for her to go on and he did not continue the conversation.
After what seemed a long pause, the girl said,
“I am so sorry, terribly sorry – to behave like this. I know men hate to see wom
