“I will answer that later,” the Duke said after a slight pause, “but first I have some questions to ask you.”
Mimosa instantly felt apprehensive.
“What – questions?” she enquired.
“First of all,” the Duke said, “how is it possible that you have such a wide knowledge of Roman ruins?”
Mimosa did not answer and he went on,
“Also, living, as you said you did, between America and England, how can you be so perfect in Arabic?”
Mimosa groped for an answer, but could not find one.
The Duke drew a little nearer to her.
Then he quizzed her,
“If you will not answer those questions, will you tell me how many men have kissed you before I did so yesterday?”
The question came as such a surprise that Mimosa started.
Instinctively she told the truth.
“No one – no one has – kissed me,” she whisp
