CHAPTER SEVENShana was dressed except for her gown and she had finished combing her hair when Curtis knocked and came into the room.
“I’ve packed all your other things, miss,” he announced, “and ’is Lordship thought you’d like to wear this gown.”
He held up one as he spoke.
Shana smiled.
It was the gown she had bought thinking she might have to attend some important luncheon with her father or a fashionable garden party.
She had not worn it since she had come abroad and thought it was rather a strange choice for the Marquis to make.
However, as everything else was packed, it was no use protesting and she therefore put on the gown and Curtis did it up for her. There was a matching hat which was particularly becoming.
She realised when she walked into the drawing room that the Marquis
