“You can tell me through the door.”
The Marquis felt his temper rising.
“Stop being ridiculous. I can hardly talk to you through a closed and locked door.”
“Why not?”
“Because it is foolish and unnecessary,”
“I have gone to bed – I want to sleep.”
“I can understand that,” the Marquis said patiently. “But I still want to speak to you. I am your husband.”
“I know, but I have no wish to talk to you – at this hour of the night.”
“It may be late,” the Marquis agreed, “but I was told earlier that you were asleep and I am leaving for London first thing tomorrow morning.”
He thought that she was now considering what he had just said.
“Open the door, Cara!” he ordered, “I will tell you what has happened.”
“No!”
The monosyllable had a very final ring about it.
The Marquis resisted an im
