‘It was all a wicked trick,’ the Earl thought angrily, ‘and if it had not been for Miss Bruce they would have left tomorrow and I would never have seen them again.’
He began to ponder on how clever Miss Bruce had been.
It was impossible to think of anything, except how lovely she looked with the moonlight touching her hair.
She had looked, he thought, perhaps even lovelier in the light of the candle that he was carrying when they reached her bedroom.
He had looked down at her and she was very small beside him and he thought there was something irresistible about her.
Once again he hardly believed that she was real.
He had kissed her in sincere gratitude, just as he would have kissed any other woman who had helped him.
Yet when his lips touched her skin he had known, although he coul
