Barbara Cartland

Never look for love, love will find you

She was unconscious and there was a raw mark on her dear forehead and he thought that she must have hit her head as the dinghy capsized

would do with Brooks and his wife, as

“Y-you – are – safe!”

She could think only of his danger and not of what had been her own.

“I am safe now and in the future, thanks to you,” the Duke said in his deep voice.

Fiona learnt that the Earl had told his mother that he had wished to marry her himself, but realised that his suit was impossible.

The Countess laughed.

“I am quite sure that your husband will look after you, my dear, and prevent you from making any mistakes

She paused.

“Also – ?” the Duke questioned.

“There is – another reason – for going – home!”

idea.
She could only look

It was also, she was to learn later, the colour and softness of budding mimosa. It was hair which is only found on Anglo Saxons, the fair flaxen hair which goes with the blue eyes and pale complexions of the English.

With an effort he took his eyes from Mistral to look at the woman at his side. He had never realised before, he thought, how old Violet sometimes looked. He always thought of her as being so young – younger than himself – but now at this moment he could see that middle age was not far away.