“Are you not being somewhat conceited?” the Duke asked.
“Not in the slightest!” Jabina replied. “My mother was very lovely and I am like her. She was half French and lived in Paris before she married my father.”
“You don’t look French to me,” the Duke said.
“That is because, like everyone who is ignorant, you expect all French women to be dark,” Jabina answered. “My mother had red hair like mine and surely you know that Josephine, the wife of Napoleon Bonaparte, is red-haired?”
Jabina tossed her head again, it was a habit of hers.
“I expected I shall be a great success in Paris!”
The Duke sought for words.
He wondered how he could possibly explain to this impulsive young creature why she could not travel to Paris alone and the sort of success she might have would certainly not be in
