Everything about it was fresh and bright and, Ula thought, very beautiful, as well as a perfect background for the occasion.
There were discreet servants to wait on them and, when they had finished luncheon, the Marquis took her upstairs.
They went into a delightfully decorated bedroom with a large bed draped with silk curtains, that were as blue as Ula’s eyes, falling from a carved gold corolla.
“What a lovely room!” she exclaimed.
“I thought, my darling,” the Marquis said, “you would want to change from your wedding gown and your trunk which was brought here while we were having luncheon has been unpacked.”
She smiled at him.
“You think of everything!”
“I think of you,” he answered. “How can I think of anything else when you are so perfect and exactly what I always wanted my wife
