She knew that her love for him was as foolish as wishing that she could fly into the sky or dive down into the depths of the ocean.
She wondered if he would mind, when he arrived in London, that she was unable to dine with him.
He might find it an uncomfortable meal with Sadie and Trevor absorbed in each other.
But, as he had hundreds of friends, there was no reason why he should not take a dinner partner.
Angela found it very difficult to sleep that night.
All she could do was to lie awake, thinking of the Marquis.
She kept remembering how handsome he was, how smart and how exciting it had been to be rescued by him.
He had put his arm around her in the coach.
‘I love – him! I love – him!’ she told the stars as she gazed out of her window.
They made her think of the stars shining
