CHAPTER THREEWhen Oleta went down the stairs to dinner, she was very quiet.
She quickly realised that her father was anxious to conciliate her and so was her mother.
They talked about London and the horses, but there was no mention of the Duke.
When they went back to the drawing room, Oleta only stayed for a short while.
“I am tired, Mama,” she said, “and I know that you want to be alone with Papa, so I think I will go to bed.”
“There is no hurry, my dearest,” the Marchioness answered.
Oleta bent and kissed her and she also kissed her father affectionately.
“I am so glad you are back, Papa,” she said. “It’s never the same when you are away.”
“And I always miss you as much as you miss me,” the Marquis replied. “You are looking really lovely, my darling, in that green dress.”
“It’
