Chapter SevenThe Marquis stood looking out into the garden.
The rhododendrons were a crimson splash of colour against the purple and white of the lilacs and bushes of syringa, delicate and ethereal, scented the air.
The sun was sinking, but it was still a blaze of glory and the Marquis wondered if anything could be more beautiful.
He thought that he had been happier these last weeks at The Castle than he had ever been before and he knew it was all due to Idylla.
Never in his whole life had he known such ecstasy combined with a contentment that was inexpressible.
If he obeyed his impulse, he thought, he would stay here forever and never go back to the Social world which made so many different demands upon him.
Here, he and Idylla lived as if they were in an enchanted castle and the wi
