“I know that I am very lucky,” he said, “to have you not only as my guide but also as my hostess. You think of everything, which I can imagine no one else doing.”
He thought of how helpless Lady Sybil would have been in such a situation.
On none of his expeditions had he ever taken a woman with him, because he knew that they would be more of an encumbrance than a help.
Miss Tison was certainly different.
He assumed that it must be her American upbringing that made her so practical.
After luncheon they hurried back to the ruins of the City, where the Duke wandered about trying to imagine how it had looked when it was first built.
Mimosa sat down on what was left of the wall of a house and watched him.
She knew his imagination was working, just as her father’s had.
He had stepped bac
