Chapter FourArletta felt as if she was frozen into immobility.
At the same time she was embarrassingly aware that her hair was falling over her shoulders, that she was wearing nothing but a nightgown and that for the first time she was facing her employer in a very humiliating position.
He was still looking at her as if he could not believe what he saw and she realised that he was quite different from what she had expected.
Because everybody had said such extraordinary things about him, she had imagined him to be dark and sinister, perhaps round-shouldered like the wicked Duke of Gloucester who had murdered the two little Princes in the Tower of London.
Instead the Duc was taller than the average Frenchman and, although his hair was dark, he had a fresh complexion. His features were cl
