She had a sallow complexion, her hair was mousy with a touch of red in it and her eyelashes were the same colour, which made him think of a ferret.
Then he suddenly had a vision of Ajanta’s golden hair and her dark blue eyes sparkling with anger because she did not want him in the Vicarage.
The way she had behaved constituted a challenge because it was very unusual for the Marquis not to be warmly welcomed wherever he went and anybody who entertained him tried to delay his departure rather than hasten it.
He decided to make another effort with Lady Sarah and he enquired,
“What do you do when you are in London? I can quite understand you prefer living there where you have balls to go to and lots of other parties.”
“I don’t like balls,” Lady Sarah replied. “I have had dancing lessons, b
