CHAPTER FOURTEENThe Duke awoke to the sound of birds singing outside in the garden.
He opened his eyes and then shut them again against the brilliance of the sun shining through the windows of his bedroom which he had left uncurtained the night before.
He lay there and was conscious of a happiness pervading his whole being, a happiness that he had never known before in his life.
It had been very late when he and Amé had come in from the garden. They had walked in the moonlight in an enchanted world of their own amongst the sleeping flowers.
He had known then just what he had missed all his life.
He had thought that he knew so much about love only to find himself completely ignorant of what real love could mean and the feelings that it could arouse, so different and so utterly unlike t
