“I know what you are trying to say to me,” the Countess smiled.
But now Sandra was thinking that when she was alone with the Earl tonight they would be closer and it would be very very wonderful.
She felt herself blush as she thought of it and the Earl said quietly,
“If you look like that, my precious one, and think such things about me, I shall find it difficult to drive and we shall have an accident!”
“You are not to try to read my thoughts,” Sandra protested.
“I want to read them, in fact I will not allow you to have any thoughts or secrets from me. We are finished with secrets, you and I, and I shall never allow you to hide anything from me again.”
“I shall not want to,” Sandra promised him.
It was difficult not to feel shy later in the evening when they had dined in the magnifi
