Chapter Four
Get Claudine!
The chateau’s main salon was dominated by an enormous stone hearth where hardwood logs blaze merrily away. The ancient fireplace bathed two encroaching figures in burnished gold. The unmistakable form of the English Lord, his slack figure limned with light from the fire, was slouched back in a languid sprawl; one loose hand dangling down over the side of his wing-backed, leather armchair. His unseeing eyes gazed at the flames; fingers idly playing in the silken puddle of black hair on the head of the young woman who sat by his side. By the firelight one could see that while his Lordship was elegantly attired in a velvet smoking jacket, the lissome girl curled up on the carpet by the side of his chair wears no clothes at all. The even glow delineated the soft co
