CHAPTER SEVENHermia found it impossible to sleep.
She twisted and turned and all she could think of was the Marquis and that, if she married somebody else or returned to the Vicarage, she would never see him again.
She was also afraid for him and, although he might laugh at Hickson’s concern, she kept thinking of how every hour of every day he was in danger from his villainous cousin.
Because she had been thinking about him the previous night, she had said to an elderly man who was at the ball she was attending,
“Is Roxford de Ville here by any chance?”
He looked at her in surprise before he answered,
“I cannot imagine our hostess would contemplate having such a disreputable character as one of her guests!”
Hermia did not speak and after a moment he laughed and added,
“Anyway, this
