“Then you will enjoy your luncheon,” he smiled, “and that is important because we have not a great deal of time.”
“We are going back to Vesonne?” Melita asked.
“Not today,” he answered. “We are being married!”
“Married?”
Melita stared at him wide-eyed.
“Married, my precious,” the Comte repeated. “Do you think for one moment that I intend to let you out of my sight or indeed out of my arms? You have been through enough dangers already and I shall only feel safe when you are my wife.”
He saw the radiance that transformed Melita’s face into a beauty that held him spellbound and then he said,
“Am I moving too fast for you, my beloved? Perhaps I should have asked you first my lovely adorable sweetheart. Will you marry me?”
“You know I – want to be your – wife,” Melita answered.
“I was
