She had sent him away from the front door for long enough, she had refused to open his letters and she had given away his flowers.
He must see her now for what she was, a tiresome, inconsequential girl who had engaged his attention for a short time, but who no longer aroused the affection that she thought once to have awakened within him. She felt her whole being cry out in protest.
Then she remembered that the Marquis had destroyed her trust, broken her dreams and deceived her when she had believed in him as she had never believed in any man before.
She had thought as she went from the Foreign Office that there was nothing left for her to live for and now she knew that the only thing she wanted was to die.
She wondered how long it would take before this agony within her heart no longe
