CHAPTER SEVENAs they neared the house the Marquis suggested,
“I will put you down somewhere near here.”
Carola gave a little cry.
“We must go in by a side door,” she said. “I am sure I look terrible after being covered with that disgusting sack!”
The Marquis looked at her hair curling over her forehead, a great wave of it falling over one shoulder.
“You look very lovely!” he murmured.
For a moment she felt her heart contract at the depth in his voice and what she thought was the expression in his eyes.
Then she told herself that, as Mary-Lou could hear what he said, he was only play-acting.
She turned her face away and did not look at him again until he stopped at the back of the garden.
“Go in by the garden door,” he said. “No one will see you until you reach your rooms.”
“That
