She was in the nursery, while the children were having their after-luncheon rest, when the door opened and the Vicomte came quickly into the room.
“I cannot stay for a moment,” he said. “I only slipped up here while my sister went to put her hat on. How are you, my most entrancing little Sheena?”
He had been talking as he came across the room and now, as he reached her, he took both her hands in his and lifted them to his lips.
t was the first time that Sheena had seen him alone since he had kissed her. But now, as the colour came flooding into her face, she tried to snatch her hands away.
“You bewitch me,” he murmured. “I find myself thinking of you all the time. I must see you, and alone.”
“You know that is impossible,” Sheena countered.
“Nothing is impossible,” he replied. “When i
