“I will do as you ask, I will wait outside,” she agreed in a slightly hysterical voice and leaving the boudoir she closed the door.
For a moment neither Camilla nor Hugo Cheverly spoke.
Then, with two quick steps, he was beside her and taking her hands raised them to his lips.
“Is there an upset?” he enquired. “I should not be here, you are well aware of that.”
“I expect the Baroness made that clear,” Camilla smiled, “but I no longer mind what is said or what is thought. I am determined that I will not be crushed by these people.”
She saw the question in his eyes and continued.
“We were seen last night. The Margrave has given the Baroness a great scolding for having left my side. She imagined, poor woman, that I had gone to bed, which indeed is what I had done – before you knocked on
