A Duel of Hearts by Barbara Cartland
By Barbara Cartland
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That reminds me, Maria,' Caroline said, getting out of bed and looking like some exquisite Greek goddess as she stood for a moment at the window, her body silhouetted through the transparency of her night-robe. ' Maria enquired when Caroline did not finish the sentence but was silent as she looked out over the green park as if searching for a glimpse of someone on horseback. ' Caroline asked with a start. 'Oh yes, of course, I want you to find out who will be in the house-party which arrives today.
Yes, she is pretty, too pretty for you to stomach, Hester. ' She chuckled again and at that moment Lord Brecon entered the room and the butler announced that dinner was served. Lord Brecon always looked smart, but in Caroline's eyes he was resplendent in evening dress. His coat of royal blue satin was ornamented with sapphire buttons, and the snowy folds of his cravat were arranged with meticulous care in the very latest mode. He offered Lady Augusta his arm and they went slowly in to dinner, followed by Mrs.
Dorcas will see that your trunk is fetched from the Vicarage. ' She closed her eyes for a moment as if the effort of making any decision was almost too much for her; and then, as Caroline curtsiedi, she opened her eyes again and added: 'I somehow feel you will not be bullied, child. ' 'I hope so,' Caroline said softly, 'and thank you, Ma'am. ' The footman was waiting outside the door to escort her downstairs. It was not James, but another white-faced youth, who looked scared and made no effort to speak, so Caroline followed him in silence.