Oletha went into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
It had been a most amusing evening, more amusing than any evening she had ever spent before.
When the Duke had asked her if she would dine with him and Captain Goring, she had felt an irrepressible joy that he wanted her.
Equally she had known that had he considered her a lady and so his equal, she would not have been invited to dine with him unchaperoned.
She told herself that, having started on this career of deceit, she could not complain if the Duke believed her to be the daughter of a Curator and so unimportant socially that she could stay away alone in a strange house without even enquiring if there was an older woman who would make her presence respectable.
Resolutely she refused to think of anything but the excitemen
