“I only hope that nobody at the château has any idea of where we are at the moment. Can you imagine how shocked they would be?”
“We are eating together without a chaperone,” the Duc said, “and you look very lovely with your hair down and wearing your night attire.”
“It is a negligée” Marcia commented, “and you are well aware that a lady can wear one when she receives a beau in her boudoir.”
“You are making that sound even more improper than it is!” the Duc teased.
Marcia blushed, realising that she had spoken as she might have done to her father.
She had forgotten that the Duc was a young man and she should have been more formal with him.
“I like it when you blush,” he remarked. “It is something I seldom see on a Frenchwoman’s face.”
He thought as he spoke that it was not surprising
