She looked at him with her large eyes, which the Duke thought were very expressive, and he was aware that she was deciding whether or not she could trust him to keep his word.
Then as if something about him reassured her, she said simply, “My name is – Giona.”
“Greek!”
“That is clever of you!”
“Not really. I used to be fairly proficient at Greek when I was at Oxford and I visited the country two years ago.”
“Did it thrill you? Did you feel as if the gods were still there and the light has not changed since Homer wrote of it?”
“Of course!”
“I had no idea you would – feel all those – things too,” she said almost beneath her breath.
“And now tell me why you are here and what connection you have with Stamford Towers,” the Duke said.
The expression that had been in her eyes when she sp
