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Paolina wept when she was alone in her own room. She cried because she wanted so hard to be all that Sir Harvey asked of her and she knew that tonight at any rate she had failed miserably. Yet in the morning, when the flowers arrived with a note from the Duke, Sir Harvey was no longer annoyed. “Perhaps you are right,” he said. “Perhaps the way to get him interested is to seem indifferent. He has plenty of women flinging themselves at his head.” It was, to Paolina’s relief, Sir Harvey who thought that it would be best for her to refuse any invitations that might come from The Castle that day. When the Duke’s Major Domo arrived later in the morning to invite them to visit the theatre that night and to supper afterwards, Sir Harvey refused, saying that his sister was still fatigued after