“But – I cannot – help loving you,” Zorina sighed pathetically.
“Nor I you,” Rudolf replied. “But we have to think of my country and the people in England who are relying on you to represent them.”
“Now you are talking – like the Marquis of Salisbury!” Zorina countered in a dull voice.
Rudolf gave a little laugh that had no humour in it before he replied,
“I am talking like this because I dare not say what I want to say.”
He looked at her and his voice deepened.
“I love you! I adore you! I worship you! You are everything I have sought and thought I would never find in a woman. Now, as I said the last time we were together, it is too late. Too late!”
“It may be – too late to – change what we – have to do,” Zorina said hesitantly. “At the same time – I do not think that a love like ou
