CHAPTER THREECaught off-guard by the question, Dorina looked at him cautiously.
“I'm sure I do not know why you should ask that,” she said, assuming an offended tone, hoping that it would put him off. “Have you any complaints about my work?”
“None at all, as you well know.”
“I'm a good secretary?”
“You're an excellent secretary.”
“Then that's all there is to be said.”
“Oh no, it isn't” the Earl persisted. “My point is that you're too good. You're intelligent, you know the languages and you're obviously highly educated. Far from being an ordinary working girl, you're a lady.”
“An impoverished lady,” she supplied quickly. “I have to earn my bread and I don't fancy being a governess or a school-mistress.”
“I thought impoverished ladies aimed for rich husbands,” he observed.
“Rich hus
