CHAPTER FIVEThe Marquis, driving back from Epsom, knew that he had exorcised the foul temper in which he had left London early that morning.
He had ridden the horses that he had in training until both he and they were exhausted.
But it had driven the devil out of him and now he merely felt ashamed because he had been cruel to Perdita the night before.
It had infuriated him that she should have extricated him yet again from a situation which he knew, had she not intervened, would have proved serious if not fatal.
But the mere fact that she had discovered Karen’s plot, that she had come to Curzon Street to save him, had made him feel an almost uncontrollable anger because he was so completely in the wrong.
He knew now that he had been crazy to succumb to the Princess’s blandishments and
