CHAPTER FIVEThe next morning Tarena woke early and thought over everything that had happened the day before.
She was happier because in some ways it had all gone far better than she had anticipated.
Equally she was intelligent enough to realise that an enormous number of difficulties still lay ahead.
She had taken breakfast in the boudoir next door.
Then she was informed that the Count would like to see her.
She had dressed before breakfast and had quickly arranged her hair just in case it had become untidy whilst she was eating.
Then she called out for the Count to come in.
He was smiling as he walked towards her.
“I might have known,” he sighed, “that you would be up and ready, because we have a great deal to do.”
“I am aware of that, Count Vladimir. What do we do first?”
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