CHAPTER EIGHTEugenia leaned her hand on her chin and gazed out from the carriage that was bearing herself and the Marquis to the lakeside hotel where they were to spend their honeymoon.
They had been married that very morning. Mrs. Dovedale had been puzzled that the date had been brought forward, but secretly relieved. She had begun to fear, considering the Marquis’s change of attitude towards Eugenia, that the marriage might never take place at all.
Eugenia found no opportunity to discover directly what Gregor thought of the change of plans. The Marquis had quietly indicated to Mrs. Dovedale that he no longer felt it appropriate for Bridget to act as chaperone during the sittings. Mrs. Dovedale, paling at the implication, quickly agreed that from then only she herself or Great-Aunt Clor
