“I think it is time we returned to the schoolroom,” Arletta turned to the children.
“All right,” David agreed.
Pauline was taken reluctantly away from the birds, still repeating that she wanted to have one of her very own.
The Comte did not speak as Arletta, holding Pauline by the hand, left the aviary.
Yet she knew that he was watching her and she could feel his eyes almost as if they were boring their way through her white skin.
‘He is increasingly tiresome and I have no wish to have anything more to do with him,’ she told herself.
Equally she recalled the revolver that she had locked away in a drawer in her bedroom and knew how glad she was to have it.
There was no one else for dinner except the Comte and once again the Duc was pleasant and, Arletta thought, exceptionally interes
