When the case was completed, she set it down on a small table beside the spinet.
The door of the drawing room opened and she turned her head in surprise, thinking that Nanny must have had a very short rest.
Then, as she saw who was there, she suddenly stiffened into immobility.
The Marquis closed the door behind him and walked slowly across the room towards her, his dark penetrating eyes on her face, which made her feel shy.
As he approached her, Anthea found that it was impossible to move and even more impossible to speak.
She could only look at him, just thinking wildly that he should not be here and he must not know who she is.
Then, as he stood looking down at her, she managed to gasp a little incoherently,
“W-what do you – want?”
The Marquis smiled and for a moment it swept aw
