Chapter threeAfter the Marquis had asked Lucille to marry him, she stared at him for a long moment.
It was as if she did not understand what he was saying.
Then, as he moved towards her, she stammered somewhat incredulously,
“D-did you – ask me to – marry you?”
He put his arms around her.
“I love you,” he insisted. “I love you so much that it is quite different from anything I have ever felt before.”
She gazed at him, but she did not speak.
Surprisingly gently he kissed her.
It was almost as if he was afraid to touch her lips.
Then, when he did so, a little quiver ran through Lucille.
They clung together like two children who had been frightened in the dark and suddenly felt safe again.
The Marquis kissed her until finally she turned her head, saying,
“No – please – no!”
“Why
