CHAPTER FIVEAs Carola came downstairs for breakfast, she felt shy.
She was wondering how the Marquis would express the affection he had talked to her about last night.
And if he remembered that he had kissed her.
She told herself firmly it was just an expression of gratitude because she was being helpful.
At the same time it seemed a very intimate thing to do and just to think about it made her blush.
She was wearing her riding habit ready to challenge Mary-Lou as they had arranged.
All she had to put on after breakfast was the top hat that her mother had worn when hunting. She knew that her habit, although it was old, was well cut.
She had been careful in tying the starched stock round her neck so that it looked neat and tidy and however much exertion she expended on horseback it w
