He had made them, as one beauty had said, “look like a Christmas tree.”
Needless to say they were gifts that they prized, not only because they loved him but because they remained with them after he had gone.
He had, however, broken this golden rule around three months ago, when he had seen Dionne Daris.
He had been attracted to her when he sat in the box that he kept permanently at Drury Lane Theatre, although he often went for months without sitting in it.
Dionne was sylph-like, supremely graceful and had an allure about her that did not appear on other dancers.
When the Duke found out that her name was Greek, he thought that that was the reason she was so attractive to him.
He had always been drawn to Greece and the many legends and poetry of that land were something that meant so
