“As these are private apartments, I imagine you and the Vicomte are staying with friends.”
“We have been lent an apartment,” Zena replied.
The Comte made no effort to open the carriage door. Instead he turned sideways to say,
“Because I think you should go to bed quickly, I am not going to suggest that I escort you to the door of your apartment. Instead, because, as you well know, we have a lot more to say to each other than we have been able to say tonight, I will call for you at noon tomorrow and we will have luncheon at a quiet restaurant where we will not be disturbed.”
Since this was something Zena was more than willing to do, she was just about to accept eagerly when she remembered Kendric.
“I must first ask – ” she began.
“The Vicomte is of course included in my invitation, if
