Because she was so agitated, she rose to her feet and without really thinking what she was doing took a few steps towards the door as if she would leave the room.
“Running away from me?” the Marquis asked. “There is no reason for you to do so, Heloise, because I am about to leave.”
Gilda turned towards him.
“I should – thank you,” she said in a low voice, “for saving me and for arriving at – exactly the – right moment.”
She could not help a little shiver passing through her as she thought that if he had not come when he had, Sir Humphrey would have kissed her and she could imagine nothing more unpleasant or degrading.
“Forget it,” the Marquis urged sharply, “and I have told you that if he is troublesome I will deal with him. But in future try not to incite men to indiscretion, althoug
