‘Everything about him is right,’ she thought. ‘He is so masculine, so much a man and yet no one could be more tender.’
She remembered how he had fed her last night, how he had tied her hair back, buttoned up her dress and she closed her eyes because even to think of it made her thrill.
Because she was thinking of Pierre, the time in the train passed quickly and then there was the drive of an hour across country to the Duke’s Castle.
The Courier had not exaggerated when he had said that the carriage was very comfortable.
It was specially sprung so that even the roughest of roads seemed smooth and the team of four magnificent chestnuts went at what seemed to Vada an almost incredible speed.
They finally turned in through two huge wrought iron gates with great stone heraldic lions on eit
