The Marquis, lying back in his chair with his legs crossed, looked Ajanta up and down, as if searching for faults.
“You certainly look right,” he said. “No leading lady transformed by her Fairy Godmother could look more alluring. At the same time you have forgotten to disguise your eyes.”
“My eyes?” Ajanta echoed.
“I can see emotions expressed in them which my heroine would certainly not feel,” the Marquis answered, “condemnation, dissatisfaction and undoubtedly sometimes dislike!”
“That’s not true!” Ajanta said hotly. “I don’t dislike you. I just feel – ”
She paused for words.
“Feel what?” the Marquis prompted.
“That you are playing a dangerous game, not from your own point of view, but from ours.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I know as you honestly pointed out,” Ajanta answered,
