“Was she – very beautiful?” Isa asked.
She could not help a feeling of jealousy sweep over her, knowing that somebody else had captured the Duke’s heart.
“I thought at the time that she was the loveliest girl I had ever seen,” the Duke said.
Isa wanted to beg him not to tell her anymore because she felt that she could not bear it, but he was already saying,
“There was no need for her beauty and her desirability to be impressed on me by my relations, I was aware of it for myself.”
Isa wanted to put her hands over her ears.
Yet she knew that she had to go on listening, even though she felt every word was like a dagger being plunged into her breast.
“I thought that Mavis found me as desirable as I found her,” the Duke continued. “She certainly accepted eagerly every invitation my relat
