“We will go alone and then you will see.”
The Duke allowed her to think for one moment that he would accept her invitation.
Then he said,
“You cannot expect me to abandon my friends. No, we will go together, all four of us, to the Moulin Rouge.”
Yvette shrugged her shoulders, but there was undoubtedly a glint of anger in her eyes and her lips tightened ominously.
She had been so sure, when Dubucheron had told her that she was to dine with the Duke of Wolstanton, that by the end of the evening she would be his mistress and the large pile of debts that were accumulating in her apartment would have a good likelihood of being paid.
Her extravagance was the talk of Paris, but that in one way was her attraction.
Every demi-mondaine knew that men appreciated only what they had to pay for t
