CHAPTER FIVEAfter dinner Kasia went downstairs.
She was wearing what was one of the prettiest of her evening-gowns.
It was beautiful but, she was well aware, far too elaborate for a Governess.
When she walked into the drawing room the Duke was standing in front of the fireplace, obviously waiting for her.
He watched her as she moved towards him.
He was thinking that she was exceedingly graceful, as well as, he admitted to himself, very lovely.
“Good evening, Miss Watson,” he said, “if that is your real name. Will you sit down?”
Kasia looked at him, but she did not speak and he went on,
“Now I think we should ‘get down to brass tacks’. Why are you here? Is it blackmail? Or perhaps just a flattering desire to meet me?”
Kasia looked up at him in sheer astonishment. Then she said slow
