Idylla was lying on top of the bed and the Marquis saw that Nanny had enveloped her in white blankets so that she looked like a cocoon.
He was quite certain that it was not only for the sake of warmth but was also an effort at modesty.
He looked down at her small face peeping from amongst the blankets and saw that Nanny had tied her hair neatly on either side of her face with ribbons that matched her eyes.
“Good morning, Idylla,” the Marquis said in his deep voice.
“Good – morning – my Lord,” she replied a little breathlessly.
He had a feeling that she was embarrassed and to set her at her ease he said,
“You must not be frightened that I shall drop you. We will go very carefully down the stairs and I am sure that Nanny is right and you will find the room I am taking you to much more
