CHAPTER SIXKarla climbed into the carriage and the Marquis sat down beside her.
As it was so comfortable, she felt that he must have borrowed it from the British Embassy or perhaps he had hired it from a Livery stable.
The horses moved off and Karla asked a little nervously,
“Where are – we going? You know that I must not be seen by anyone – who would tell Penelope.”
“We are going somewhere quiet,” the Marquis replied. “But the food is exceptional and I am sure that you realise how much I want to talk to you.”
It was what Karla wanted too and yet she thought that it would be wrong to say so.
Instead she said,
“You are very kind – but I am rather frightened.”
“There is no reason to be. I have never known anyone braver than you were this afternoon.”
Karla did not reply and after
