After a great many false starts and a number of disappointments, the Marquis had won the race for love that had always eluded him.
Peregrine knew as they gazed at each other that he was for the moment forgotten and that he intruded on something so beautiful that it was almost a shock when he announced,
“We must drink to this! May I order a bottle of champagne?”
“I think it is more important that Kistna has something to eat,” the Marquis said.
“I am too happy – to be hungry,” she replied.
“Nevertheless, because it is good for you, I want you to eat something to please me.”
“You know I would do – anything to – please you,” she said in a low voice.
They were standing close to each other and once again they were looking into each other’s eyes as if they spoke without words and could har
