But already he was becoming aware that her looks were deceptive and he had to admit that she was very lovely and unusual and not in the least what he had expected to find in the wife he had been forced to marry.
When his dinner was brought upstairs, Samala left him and only when she returned, having been waited on by a butler and two footmen, did she suggest,
“I wondered if tomorrow we could have our meals together, unless you prefer to eat alone.”
“Actually I dislike it,” the Duke replied, “and if it would not bore you to eat in my bedroom, then we will certainly have luncheon and dinner together here.”
“I would love to,” Samala replied, “and I will put on one of my most beautiful new gowns so that you will feel you are dining in State and not as an invalid.”
“What you are wearing no
