“As his Lordship is not at home, I would like to leave a note for him.”
“Of course, my Lady, there’s a writing desk in here,” a servant answered.
Astonished that anyone should expect to find the Earl at home at such an hour in the afternoon before the racing was finished, Demelza moved a few steps until, by using the peephole, she could see into the drawing room.
Moving into the room from the hall she saw the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life.
Wearing a gown of periwinkle blue which matched the colour of her eyes, her golden hair framed by a high-crowned bonnet covered in blue ostrich feathers, she was breath-taking.
There were diamonds round her neck and over the short gloves that covered her wrists.
She moved with a sinuous grace that struck Demelza as having somet
