“I cannot think,” Sacha said, “why you should imagine that what I felt in London should have changed because we are now in Scotland.”
“We did not have much time to talk in London and now we can be alone together, I am very interested in what you feel about love and, of course, about me.”
With difficulty Sacha forced a little laugh.
“Now you are asking for compliments,” she pointed out lightly, “and I have always thought they were what women wanted to receive, not men.”
“It depends who makes them,” the Duke answered. “What do you think of me as a man?”
Because it was impossible to release her hand, Sacha sat down again in the chair.
“Do you want the truth or what you would like to hear?” she asked him.
“That is a foolish question. I am asking for the truth.”
Because his fingers were
