“You have saved not only me,” the Duke said, as they rounded the lake towards the bridge.
“Who else have I saved?” Benedicta asked.
“Richard, because once we are married, which I intend will happen as soon as possible, Delyth Maulden will no longer wish to marry him. So he is free. He shall go to India as soon as he is well enough.”
“Oh, I am glad – so very very glad!” Benedicta cried.
The Duke rose from the dining table where they had been sitting for a long time and drew Benedicta to her feet. They had found so much to talk about, that they had lingered on long after the servants had left them alone.
The table was decorated with white gardenias and there were the same flowers arranged in Benedicta’s hair.
They were also in the bouquet she had carried when a few hours earlier she ha
