CHAPTER THREELooking at the Marquis sitting at the end of the dining room table Rowena thought that he appeared more impressive and more overpowering than she had ever imagined he could be.
There was something very different in seeing him dressed in his elegant evening clothes instead of the nightshirt that she had grown accustomed to.
Now in the small oak-beamed dining room he appeared almost like a being from another world.
For the last few days he had been allowed first to sit up in his bedroom and then rather unsteadily to come downstairs for an hour or so.
She had known that the effort tired him and she had been concerned with him more as a patient than as a man.
But now there seemed to be no more need for concern and she had the feeling that, when he left the house and returned
