CHAPTER SIXThe Duke spent a restless night trying to persuade himself that what he had felt when he saw Lucien kissing Giona’s hand was not jealousy.
He told himself he must have drunk too much at dinner, or else was feeling on edge at having so little news of Sir Jarvis.
Whatever it was, the idea of jealousy was ridiculous! How could he at his age be concerned with a girl of eighteen?
He had already assured himself not once but a dozen times that his concern for Giona was entirely impersonal.
His real object was to bring Sir Jarvis to justice both for his treatment of what was little more than a child, and the manner in which both he and his daughter were prepared to deceive Lucien.
But try as he would, it was impossible for him not to find himself a dozen times a day thinking of Gio
