Chapter Six“Are you happy, my darling?”
The Marquis laid his hand on Linetta’s as he spoke.
She smiled up at him, her eyes shining.
There was really no need for her to reply. It was so obvious that happiness radiated from her.
“Happier than I ever believed – it possible,” she said in a low voice.
It had indeed been a day of enchantment.
After the Marquis had seen Blanche, he and Linetta had driven away to look at a place to rent that the Duc de Rochfort had recommended.
The Marquis had told him what he wanted and the Duc had said,
“Setting up house, Darleston? I don’t blame you, I only had a glimpse of her, but she looks enchanting.”
“She is,” the Marquis answered briefly.
The Duc smiled.
“You are being very English, my friend. A Frenchman would go into ecstasies over a girl so
