“You do?”
The Marquis nodded.
“There was only one foreigner at the party last night, the man who accompanied the Princess de Lieven because the Ambassador was otherwise engaged. He is a Russian. Now we know who our enemy is!”
“I am glad so very – very glad!” Gilda exclaimed.
“So am I,” the Marquis agreed, “for now we can think only about ourselves and our future.”
He put both his arms round her and pulled her closer to him and asked,
“Where do you want to live after we are married?”
“With you!”
The Marquis laughed.
“You may be sure of that, but I was thinking that, as you are a country girl, you would doubtless be happier in the country than in London.”
“To be with you in the country would be the most – marvellous thing that could ever – happen to me.”
“Then that is where we wil
