Chapter SixAs the sun was shining as she looked out over the London Street, Ilouka kept thinking of the glinting gold on the lake at Lavenham Hall.
She did not see the traffic moving past, the horses drawing a smart phaeton or a closed brougham, but instead the swans, black and white, moving serenely over the silver water, that made her think again of the music that she had danced to.
Ever since she had left the Earl's house when he was away at the races, she had found it impossible not to of about him more than a thousand times a day and at night she would lie awake reliving the rapture of his kiss.
She told herself that by now he would have forgotten her very existence and the quicker she forgot him too the better.
But somehow he was always with her in a shaft of sunlight and in a hu
