“The Count De Moreaux and his fiancée, Miss Willa Rossouw. Miss Sylvia D’Southy, sister of Captain D’Southy who arrived late last night,” announces the governor.
Everyone bows politely, and Jean de Moreaux says gallantly. “Truly an asset to the colony, Miss D’Southy. We hope you will be happy here with us.”
The governor touches his arm, and he looks in that direction. In front of him stands a man of roughly his height, with broad shoulders, sharp dark brown eyes, and a prominent nose.
“Captain D’Southy, Count De Moreaux.”
For a moment, both stand still before completing the introduction. Hundreds of thoughts flash through Grattan’s mind. Jean, on his part, is immediately aware of the precision with which he is being observed. What also strikes him like a bolt of lightning is the overal
