“Then I must be the one exception,” Alina said. “I have no wish to talk about myself, but about Rome.”
There was a twinkle in Lord Teverton’s eyes as he drove on.
He was thinking that any other woman he had ever been alone with would have said that she wished to talk about him.
They were once again driving through very narrow streets and, as he had to negotiate his horses carefully both Lord Teverton and Alina were silent.
Only as they climbed up the hill towards the house that they were staying in did she say,
“I expect Denise will tell you that we are all dining tonight at the Borghese Palace.”
Lord Teverton raised his eyebrows.
He had in point of fact been on his way to call at the Borghese Palace himself.
But he had seen Lady Langley driving alone in a Hackney carriage towards
