“I will take you to him immediately, mam’selle,” the page promised.
They went down a twisting maze of corridors and staircases, which made Sheena think that she would never find her way to the ground floor, when suddenly they emerged not into the courtyard but into the garden itself by a side entrance that led directly onto the terrace and formal lawns where a fountain was playing.
There was no sign of anyone until the page led her down a twisting lavender-hedged path and through two cypress trees standing sentinel over a Herb Garden that was hidden from the windows of The Palace
It was then that she saw the Comte sitting on a marble seat by a small goldfish pool, the early sun shining on his polished dark head.
He sprang up eagerly at her approach and came towards her and then, taking
