Chapter TwoThe Duc de Montvéal stirred and yawned.
Then as he moved the sheets a soft seductive voice beside him asked,
“You are not leaving me, mon cher?”
“I think it’s time I went back to my own room,” the Duc replied.
“But, why? There is plenty of time.”
The Duc yawned again and it passed through his mind that he always found it boring when women wished to detain him after their lovemaking was over.
He was in fact tired and not only because he had been riding all day.
The hours he had spent with Zelée had been fiery, tempestuous and, although he did not like to admit it, extremely exhausting.
Then, as she put her head on his shoulder, he heard her say,
“I want to talk to you, César.”
“I should have thought that this was hardly the time for conversation,” he replied with a slig
