CHAPTER ELEVEN“I thought tonight we would have supper at La Rue,” the Duke said as they drove away from Renée’s apartment in a closed carriage.
“That will be, how can you say it in English, great fun,” Cornelia replied in her broken accent, which even to herself sounded rather attractive.
“It is more than fun to be with you.”
“Why?”
The question, which Cornelia meant to be disconcerting, merely made the Duke smile.
“Do you really want me to tell you just how attractive you are?” he enquired. “It would make any man’s heart beat much faster just to look at you, but when you talk, one realises that there is so very much more besides.”
“Besides what?” Cornelia asked.
The Duke bent forward a little in his seat so that she could see his face quite clearly in the street lamps as they passe
