CHAPTER TWOThey walked down a passage on a very soft and expensive carpet.
She thought the pictures on either side of her were beautiful, while the furniture was outstanding.
The butler opened a door halfway down the corridor.
Then he said,
“Miss Martin to see you, my Lord.”
Dorina realised, as she walked in, that it was his Lordship's study. A man was sitting at a very large writing desk near the window.
The sun was glinting on a gold ink-pot.
As he put down the pen he was holding, it too glinted for a moment in the sunshine.
He rose and to Dorina's surprise, he was rather younger than she had expected him to be.
Somehow when she heard her father and other men talking about him, she had imagined he was at least forty five and would have an aggressive manner.
But the man in front
