“What are you thinking?” he asked her.
“That I am dreaming,” Petrina answered with a throb in her voice. “That it cannot be – true that you love me.”
The Earl opened his arms.
“Come here. I will tell you how much.”
She ran to him and he pulled her crushingly against him, but, when she then lifted her face eagerly towards his, he looked down at her to say very tenderly,
“I don’t believe that anyone could be so lovely and at the same time so intriguing and so original.”
Petrina drew in her breath and he went on,
“There is something so special about you, my sweet little love, that is quite irresistible. I find myself thinking about you, remembering what you say, recalling the expression in your eyes and the glint of red in your hair.”
He gave a laugh.
“I think you have bewitched me!
