CHAPTER TENGardenia ran down the steps of the house to where Lord Hartcourt was waiting for her in his grey motor car. She felt that the glory of the day dazzled her eyes and made it difficult to see him.
The happiness welling up inside her had turned everything to gold. She had woken this morning feeling as if she must cry out at the loveliness of the world just because she was so happy.
She had dressed with extra care, putting on a new dress that had arrived from Monsieur Worth, which seemed to give her a new radiance. It was a pale cyclamen in colour with faint underlying touches of turquoise blue all very young and very simple in design.
She looked like a beautiful flower as she raised her face to Lord Hartcourt.
“You are punctual,” he said with a smile, “the only woman I have ever
