CHAPTER TENLady Romayne was not a particularly stupid woman, but she was extremely conceited.
This was not surprising because, having been fêted and acclaimed ever since she left the schoolroom, she had begun to believe that her beauty was a talisman which would procure her anything she wished for anywhere in the world.
Having made up her mind to marry Lord Melburne, she did not credit that his obvious reluctance to ask her to marry him was anything but a childish obstinacy that made him very determined not to surrender his bachelor freedom until he was forced to do so.
She recognised that she attracted him physically and she was convinced that eventually he would come to love her as whole-heartedly and adoringly as all the other men who cast themselves at her feet beseeching her favour
