“But when,” Zela asked, “and how?”
The Marquis smiled at her as if she was being a little stupid.
“Firstly what is the Comtesse doing tomorrow?” he asked.
Zela hesitated because for a brief moment she had forgotten.
“Very well,” the Marquis said. “I will tell you what she is doing. She is having luncheon with Lord Grandon and she is going with him, because he is returning to the country the following day, to the Duchess of Devonshire’s dinner party tomorrow evening.”
Zela gave a little gasp.
“Yes – of course. That is indeed what she is doing and she must have told me so.”
“She mentioned it to me tonight casually,” he said. “Therefore, if there is anything to explore, you and I will explore it tomorrow evening.”
“It will be exciting to do that,” Zela replied.
“At what time,” th
