Chapter TwoThe Duke waited.
Then, as if she suddenly thought of a way of changing the conversation, the girl said,
“I would like to show you something to explain why I am going to London and have your opinion on it.”
The Duke raised his eyebrows and she went on,
“It is some drawings and paintings I have done and they are in my bedroom.”
She looked towards the communicating door and the Duke was aware that she was frightened of going back to her room.
“I will fetch them,” he suggested. “Where are they?”
“They are in a canvas bag propped against the chair in the window.”
The Duke rose from his chair.
“Before we go any further,” he said, “I think that you should tell me your name.”
“Ilitta – Calvert.”
There was a distinct pause before she gave her surname and he realised that she w
