Chapter SixThe Duke drove into the courtyard with a flourish and Una climbed out, feeling that the servants were staring at her tear-stained eyes and noticing that she had lost her hat.
The Duke took her arm and drew her into the salon and, as the door closed behind them, he said,
“I am going to give you a glass of champagne. I feel that you need it after what you have been through.”
“I-I am – sorry,” Una said, faltering.
“It is not your fault,” he replied. “Someone should have warned you that it would be crazy to go about Paris alone.”
He moved towards the grog tray as he spoke and heard Una say just below her breath,
“I am – alone.”
He poured some champagne into two glasses and carried them back to her where she stood on the hearthrug.
As he did so, he thought that she looked ver
