CHAPTER TENShe was back in Grosvenor Square, opening the mail, then ready to take it to the man she loved – the man she had loved from the first, she now realised.
Through the mist of her dreams she saw herself, almost dancing towards his room, filled with joy because she was going to see him again.
When she had entered his room he had smiled at her, saying,
“Good morning. What have you brought me today? Is it good or bad?”
“That depends on you,” Dorina had often replied. “Some of them sound good, but there's always the question of whether you'll be bored.”
“If it's another dance or dinner party given for idiotic young debutantes who giggle when I talk to them and blush when I pay them a compliment, then I certainly will be,” the Earl had answered.
“But I'm sure they are delighted wi
