“I will certainly do my damndest to beat you,” Harry replied.
The Marquis laughed again and walked up the stairs to his bedroom.
He had no idea that Harry was not joking, but actively hating him.
He had never forgiven the Marquis for taking away Yvonne and he had sworn to himself that one day he would get even with him.
Now he had the chance and he was determined not to miss it.
*
Lying in her glittering silver and pearl bed, Sarah asked her lady’s maid, who was taking away her tea tray,
“Is Miss Chester all right?”
“She’s asleep, my Lady,” the maid replied. “I peeps in about ten minutes ago to ask her if she’d like some tea, but she were sleepin’ like a child and I thinks it better to leave her alone.”
“That was sensible,” Sarah approved. “Sir Harold said that she must have a gla
