“Everything is arranged,” the Major Domo replied.
Taking Paola by the hand, the Marchese took her up the stairs.
Only, as she reached the top, did she ask,
“Where are we going?”
“On our honeymoon,” he answered. “First we have to change. The clothes I bought for you are waiting.”
Paola looked at him in surprise and then she laughed.
“I knew you would think of it.”
“I think of you, and nothing else is of any significance,” the Marchese replied.
He showed her into an exquisitely beautiful bedroom and Paola thought that it must have been used by the previous Marchesa di Lucca.
There were white roses everywhere.
Laid out on the carved and gilded bed was a very smart travelling gown and a cloak and there was also an attractive bonnet to match the blue of the gown.
She took off her wed
