CHAPTER SEVENThe next day Rona waited to see Peter, to ask him about the figurine. Surely, now he would admit to being Harlequin? And then there were so many questions she wanted to ask him.
But he did not come to see her.
At Madame Thierre's insistence she remained in bed another two days. During that time she was bombarded with red roses from Alexei.
"My own offering looks quite trivial beside them," Lord Lancing said, extending his hand, bearing a small bouquet of white roses, and smiling ruefully.
"I prefer these," Rona said, taking the roses. "Thank you. Perhaps somebody could take those ridiculous red ones away."
"Poor Count Rostoy. How his heart would grieve at your rejection of his offering!"
"Count Rostoy enjoys making theatrical gestures, but he has no more a heart for me t
