“Very well, Excelentisima Señora, I will be there.”
He deliberately used the Spanish manner in which she was usually addressed by her inferiors and because she understood that he was teasing her, she merely laughed.
“Your Lordship is too kind and it would be such a pity for you to be disappointed.”
“A great pity,” agreed the Marquis.
He turned away from her just as the Conté, who had been talking to the Prince of Wales, came to her side.
He was a dark man, a little taller than most Spaniards and good-looking in his own way, but he had a kind of ferociousness about him that made people feel he was more like a savage animal.
One that could easily get out of control.
Bowing curtly the Conté greeted the Marquis and moved to lead his wife away.
Although there was no fault in his manners
