As her husband was going away to Newmarket for the races, she hoped, if it was possible, that they could dine together either at his house or hers.
The Marquis knew exactly what this meant and, as the writer was extremely beautiful, he thought it would be a pity to waste such an opportunity.
He therefore stayed in London and dined one night at her house and on the second night she came to his.
They were very discreet and there were no gossips to talk about them behind their backs or announce that a new affaire de coeur was developing.
The beauty’s husband sent her a message when the races were over that he would not be returning for several more days.
The Marquis enjoyed himself, but he was almost relieved when the beauty informed him that her husband was now expected home the followi
