The Marquis and Marchioness of Marizon walked arm-in-arm through the trees towards the sea.
It was a deep blue shading to emerald and, as there was no wind, there was only a slight swell, which broke very softly below the cliffs onto the golden sands.
The sunshine seemed dazzling and the horizon shimmered in a haze.
Imeldra put her head against her husband’s shoulder and sighed,
“It is so beautiful. How could you possess anything so lovely and neglect it for so long?”
“I think I was waiting to come here with you,” the Marquis replied. “My mother was left this house when her father died, but then I thought it would not interest me to be here alone feeling, as you know, bitter and resentful because I believed my father had deceived her.”
“But all the time it was here – a perfect honeym
