Chapter ThreeThe Marquis, intent on his horses, did not turn his head until they had travelled some way.
Then, when he realised that they were now quite a distance from the Convent, he looked round at Zia.
He saw two very large, dark blue eyes in an exquisite little face that he thought was outstandingly pretty.
Then he decided that the right word was ‘lovely’.
She was, he thought, exactly what he would have expected the Colonel’s daughter to be like and he then said with a smile,
“Now I know that you really are your father’s daughter!”
Zia laughed.
“It was very clever of you to guess that Sister Martha was ‒ impersonating me.”
“Not really,” the Marquis answered. “I could not believe that your father, who was one of the most handsome men I have ever met, could have produced anythin
