CHAPTER SEVENThe Marquis saw off his Greek guests after breakfast.
Alexis Orestes left affably, telling the Marquis how much he was looking forward to entertaining him and his wife in Athens.
As they drove down the drive, the Marquis gave a sigh of relief and then walked towards the stables.
He chose his favourite stallion and set off alone.
At first he galloped very fast and then he moved more slowly.
He had been unable to sleep after leaving Ursa’s bedroom.
He had lain awake, finding it impossible to believe that for the first time in his life he had been refused by a beautiful woman.
He had learnt of Penelope’s beauty and her frequent love affairs almost as soon as he had set foot on English soil.
She was gossiped about at every party he was invited to.
He could not help feelin
