Even to think of it made the tears come into Karla’s eyes.
Then she remembered that she was in a carriage and the Duc was saying very softly words to her sister that she did not want to hear.
They passed the British Embassy and then drew up a little further down the road.
The house which belonged to the Vicomte de Séres was very large and impressive.
The Duc climbed out first and helped Penelope to alight and then politely he assisted Karla down.
A Major Domo, smartly dressed in livery, bowed them into the house.
Penelope stopped in the hall and, holding out her hand, said goodbye to the Duc.
“It was very kind of Your Grace to bring us here in your carriage,” she smiled.
“If you will not dine with me tonight,” he said, “I will expect you to have luncheon with me tomorrow. I will c
