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’64 and they fell in love on sight. Her parents disapproved. You see, she came from an old aristocratic family and, in their eyes, he was only the grandson of a merchant who thought he could buy his way into the nobility and French nobility at that, which hardly counted.’
    ‘But they married anyway.’
    ‘Yes. She came to live with Papa in France and never went home again. She rarely spoke of her family. She told us Papa and Michel and I were all she wanted and needed, but sometimes I wonder if she was simply accepting what could not be helped and would have likedto be reunited with her parents. It was not to be. She died of a fever she caught when travelling with Papa in India.’
    ‘I am sorry to hear that. Please accept my condolences.’
    ‘Thank you. But I should warn you, it has left my father bitter against the English and he will feel mortified to have been rescued by one of them.’
    ‘But he is my grandfather’s friend, is he not?’
    ‘Oh, yes, but Sir John has lived in France so long, he is almost French.’
    ‘I do not think he regards himself in that way. He is anxious to return to his homeland.’
    ‘Yes, I know,’ she said with a sigh. ‘It is Papa who will be exiled, if we go to England. Their roles will be reversed.’
    ‘The Comte will not refuse to go, will he? I will not force him if he does not wish it.’
    ‘Let us see what he says when we have set him free, but I do not think he will argue. For all his defiance, he is a frightened man. And so is your grandfather, or I miss my guess.’
    ‘What about you?’ he asked softly. ‘Are you afraid?’
    ‘I would be a liar if I said I was not, but for Papa’s sake, I will try to be strong.’
    ‘Methinks you have already shown that youare,’ he said. ‘But there is a difference between being strong and being foolhardy. I beg you to remember that.’ He spoke so earnestly she turned to look at him in surprise, but he was looking straight ahead and she could read nothing from his profile.
    ‘Indeed I will. But tell me about yourself. I know only what little Sir John has told me. Are you married?’
    ‘I was once. My wife died.’
    ‘I am sorry, not for a moment would I add to your grief.’
    ‘It was over three years ago. An accident while I was away at sea.’
    ‘And have you not thought to marry again?’
    He looked sharply at her, then turned away again. ‘No. Once is enough. I would not put myself or my children through that again.’
    ‘You have children?’
    ‘Yes, Edward is ten and Anne is eight. They are staying with my parents while I am away and making mischief with their cousins, I do not doubt.’ His voice softened when speaking of his children, which made her realise this seemingly cold man must have a heart.
    ‘Your parents being the daughter and son-in-law of Sir John?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘It must be lovely to have so large a family,’ she said, a little wistfully. ‘I only have Papa and Michel.’
    ‘Perhaps we could find your English relations for you.’
    ‘I doubt they would accept me. They never once wrote to Mama.’
    ‘But it was all so long ago. My mother is longing to be reunited with Sir John, so why not you and your grandparents?’
    ‘Let us wait and see, shall we?’ she said.
    They had entered the gates of the château. In the light of a torch set in front of the door they could see the Liberty Tree casting a long shadow across the gravel of the drive. Its leaves had fallen and were scattered on the ground, but the decorations still hung there. ‘What is that?’ he asked.
    She explained it to him. ‘I dare not have it taken down,’ she added. ‘It will only inflame the mob further and I do not want to make it more difficult for my father.’
    ‘Or be arrested yourself,’ he added.
    ‘No.’
    They reached the door, which was flung open by Hortense. ‘Lissie, I have been so worried about you. You have been so long gone. I should not have let you go alone. Anythingcould have happened to