CHAPTER TWOThe Duke’s guest rose to his feet saying,
“I cannot thank Your Grace enough for your help and, of course, your inspiration. I know that no one ever leaves you without saying the same thing.”
The Duke of Wellington smiled.
“I am always delighted to hear it again.”
His guest, who was the newly arrived Ambassador of one of the smaller countries represented in Paris, walked to the door, followed by his wife who had scarcely spoken since they arrived.
She was, however, exceedingly attractive with, the Duke speculated, Russian blood in her.
As he bent over her hand in Parisian fashion, he felt her fingers twitch beneath his.
He rang the bell, an equerry then opened the door and the Ambassador walked out of the room.
Before the door closed, his wife came running back saying as
