CHAPTER EIGHTThe Marquis looked around the room where they had been together.
He saw the books that belonged to her father and thought that if a woman could understand them, the more ordinary problems of everyday business should be easy.
‘She is unique.’ he told himself. ‘I know that loving her is going to make my life very different in the future to what it has been in the past.’
He could not help thinking that what he had done in India and in Greece seemed satisfactory.
Yet quite a large part of his life had been spent in pursuing beautiful women.
He had been aware since he had been at school and University that he was brighter than most of his contemporaries.
He thought now that Ursa would inspire him to achieve more than even he expected in his wildest ambitions.
It did not seem
