“I would like it half-an-hour before you bring up my dinner,” Silva replied.
A little later there was a tap on the door and the maid came in with a glass of champagne on a silver salver.
“With ’is Lordship’s compliments,” she said. “’E quite understands you’d like your dinner in bed and thinks perhaps this’d be a comfort after such a long journey.”
Silva laughed.
“It is indeed!”
She sat up in bed and sipped the champagne.
She thought that if this was how it was going to be living as a Marchioness it was very different from being ‘the maid of all trades,’ at The Castle.
She had never complained and never refused to do anything she was asked, but she knew all the time that the Duke was punishing her for her father’s sins. Every day he thought out new and unpleasant ways of humiliating
