Here indeed was something which was entirely after her own heart, a real adventure with a spice of danger and Isabella would not have refused it for all the riches of the Orient.
She looked at Amé and, rising slowly to her feet, said,
“Curse you, Sebastian, the child is lovely. I am jealous, blue-devilled with jealousy, but I am not afraid of the Cardinal or anyone else for that matter.”
She put out both her hands towards Amé.
“You will surprise Paris more than anything they have seen for a long time,” she said, “but first we have to find some clothes. Beautiful clothes, sensational clothes. It is going to cost Sebastian a small fortune.”
Instantly Amé turned towards the Duke.
“You are sure that you can afford it, Monseigneur?” she asked simply.
Isabella gave a shriek of laughter.
