CHAPTER FOURGretna stood staring at the Marquis until he said coldly,
“I may be mistaken, but it appears to me that you are running away.”
She felt the colour rise in her face as she looked back to where, further down the Square, Lord Wroxhall’s coach stood outside his house. The servants in their flamboyant livery were moving to and from the coach, but there was no sign of its owner.
Gretna felt relief sweep over her. For a second she was too glad to be rid of Lord Wroxhall to remember that the Marquis was waiting for a reply to his question.
Then she looked back at him and, when at length she did speak, the words came in a stammer,
“Y-yes – yes, I-I was running – away, my Lord.”
“It appears to have become a habit,” the Marquis remarked sarcastically.
Gretna blushed and dropped her
