Naturally it was not particularly satisfying to either of them.
But they had one tempestuous night together when Lord Melford had to stay in the country as he had to make an important speech in some provincial town.
Then there had been the chance of going to Paris and Penelope had persuaded the Marquis that he must be there too.
“Arthur will have to attend endless dinners at the British Embassy,” Penelope smiled, “or with Politicians in whom I have little interest and who are not particularly interested in me.”
“I cannot believe that,” the Marquis remarked.
“I have a number of friends who will welcome me with open arms,” Penelope replied, “but I would rather they were yours.”
She looked so beautiful when she said things like that and it would have been impossible for the Marquis not
