He wondered what she and Lucien were saying to each other and if she was looking at him in the same way. For some reason he could not understand he suddenly felt extremely irritated. It made him rise to his feet to walk to the table where Simpson had left a decanter of brandy and several glasses. Without speaking, the Duke poured himself a glass of brandy and with the glass in his hand turned and walked across the room to stand looking out into the garden. He supposed by this time Giona and Lucien would be seated in the arbour where there was the fragrance of the honeysuckle and roses. In the twilight it would be very romantic and he wondered what Lucien was doing. Was he frightening her by being over-impetuous? Or expressing his admiration too fervently? “Dammit all!” the Duke mutt