Chapter FiveThe Duke undressed in his room.
He was thinking it was sensible that he and Safina had agreed that the only way their marriage could work was for them to behave as normally as possible.
He realised that he had been somewhat disagreeable during the day, but surely it was understandable.
At least the wife that Isobel had forced upon him was intelligent.
As they had gone round the house, he soon learnt that Safina was conversant with the great artists who had painted his ancestors’ portraits and she also had a knowledge of furniture, which surprised him.
He was most impressed with her composure and the way that she had apparently accepted what to him was an appalling situation.
When he was ready for bed, he blew out the candles in his room and walked towards the communicatin
