“Perhaps that is the right way of looking at it,” the Duke agreed.
“I have a feeling,” Bevil Haverington said, “that you are looking for the crock of gold at the end of the rainbow. Fairy gold, Nolan, which vanishes when you touch it! So be content with what is not so elusive and out of reach.”
“I am perfectly content as I am,” the Duke answered positively.
Now he knew that was not true.
He wanted what he had never wanted before – a woman to belong to him, to possess, not just for the night or a short period, but for life.
He asked himself how he could have changed so quickly and so unexpectedly.
But he knew from the very moment he had first seen Benedicta, with her big eyes looking up at him as she pleaded for help, that she was different in every way from any woman he had ever met
