There was a knock on the door. Davis opened it, spoke to someone outside and came back to say,
“His Grace would be obliged, my Lord, if you’d go to the orangery.”
The Marquis gave a sigh.
He had hoped that the Duke would have allowed him a little time to find his legs and have some fresh air before the inevitable interview he could not help dreading.
He supposed, however, that he might as well get it over and he wondered how he could send a message to Cyrilla that he must see her before the Duke threw him out of The Castle.
In fact, he told himself, he was damned if he would leave The Castle without doing so, without telling her how much he loved her and how hard he was trying to find a solution for their future.
All these past weeks he had lain in bed thinking of what he could say t
