CHAPTER SIXBecause the servants were now continually in the room Rocana had no further chance of talking intimately to the Marquis until dinner was finished.
Then they moved to the salon and, as he seated himself comfortably in an armchair, Rocana without thinking sat down on the hearth rug in front of the fireplace.
It was something she was so used to doing at The Castle when she was talking to Caroline, and previously when she was at home with her parents that she did not realise it might seem unconventional in her new position.
The Marquis, however, did not say anything. He merely looked at her with her elegant gown billowing round her, its diamante making her appear like a flower after the rain.
Then he said,
“Now let’s talk sensibly about ourselves.”
“I thought that was what we
