Her mother laughed.
“And they actually set that special time apart for such things?”
“Can you imagine anything more sensible?” her father replied. “It is something I think I shall introduce into my house. And make quite certain that between the hours of five and seven we are not interrupted!”
Her mother had laughed, but Rocana had known that when her parents went upstairs with their arms around each other they were going to ‘rest’ in the French fashion.
Now it flashed through her mind that perhaps because the Marquis was so insistent that she should rest, he had an assignation with somebody else.
‘After everything I have said to him – he has no idea that I would – mind,’ she thought unhappily.
Then once again there was that stabbing pain of jealousy in her breast and she wanted to ho
