CHAPTER FIVEUrsa ran down the stairs at seven o’clock next morning feeling like a schoolgirl playing truant.
She was sure that the Dowager was fast asleep, as were the Greeks.
At the same time she had the guilty feeling that she should not be going out riding with the Marquis.
It was, however, something that she knew would be exciting.
It would be something to remember when she rode her father’s horses, which, although good, did not compare with the Marquis’s.
Last night had not been as difficult as she had feared.
She had set herself out to be charming to Alexis Orestes.
He had responded to her knowledge of Greece and the compliments she paid him on his distinguished position.
It was easier to talk in his language so that the Marquis did not understand what they were saying.
She
