CHAPTER SIXGretna was hardly conscious of what happened next.
She heard the Prince’s voice introducing her to other people to whom she curtseyed automatically.
She heard vaguely, as if in the far distance, someone ask a question and her own voice replying in just the right tones of deference and a young girl’s shyness.
But all the time the blood seemed to be beating in her ears and her heart felt as if it must burst out beneath the soft satin of her gown.
The Marquis had recognised her!
Her powdered hair, elegant dress and different background had not been enough to deceive him. His dark penetrating eyes had looked into hers and seen the truth.
She was the same girl who had fled into his arms from the unwelcome attentions of Lord Wroxhall at Stade Hall and whom he had kissed in the l
