What was more, when they returned to England she would undoubtedly tell her father and he would certainly be annoyed.
‘I am getting very involved,’ thought Malvina, ‘and it is a good thing I am going back to England tomorrow.’
Equally she realised that she did not want to go.
She wanted to see more of the Duc.
But what was the use?
The kiss she could not forget had meant nothing to him.
He was just prepared to amuse himself with her.
When he did return to the country and his beloved château, he would never think of her again.
She told herself that she was not taken in by all his many compliments.
All Frenchmen paid women elaborate compliments.
They meant as little as an Englishman saying a girl was ‘a good sport’.
She went to the sitting room before going upstairs.
She realised
