Chapter FiveWhen Loretta awoke in the morning, she could hardly believe that last night had not been a dream.
It seemed too extraordinary that, despite Ingrid’s warning, she had found that the Marquis was different in every way from what she had expected and had been led to believe about him.
How could he have spoken to her as he had? How could he have taken her to the fountain, then brought her away in a manner in which, even though she was innocent and unsophisticated, she knew no other man would have behaved.
‘I don’t understand,” she whispered to herself, ‘I don’t understand him and why he is as he is.’
She longed to ask Ingrid’s advice, but she knew it would be impossible to make her cousin or anybody else understand the sensations the Marquis aroused in her and she was far too sh
