Chapter TwoSelina’s voice died away and then she said with a little trembling gesture of her hands,
“I just cannot – describe to you what he – looked like.”
Quintus Tiverton, with his eyes on her face, said quietly,
“I think it important, Selina, for you to tell me every detail. I have heard of the Marquis de Valpré, but I have never actually met him.”
“He is – old,” Selina stammered after a moment, “much older than I had expected and small – hardly as tall as I am – But it was not – that.”
“What was it?” Quintus Tiverton asked.
“It was the expression on his face. He looked – well, I suppose the right word is – debauched – and repulsive and quite unlike any other – man I have ever seen in my life.”
She went on hesitatingly to describe how for several seconds she had been unable to m
