Percy gently took dear Marguerite's arm and happily pulled her away from the grumpy Frenchman and the stranger with the harpsichord. "A silly husband is very lucky to have found a silly wife to romp through the Park with him on such a night," he remarked quietly, and with his face turned and pressed against her sweet little ear.

Oh, he thought about turning and giving Beaufort a sneaky smile, but his manners got the better of him. He knew what it was like to be in love with Marguerite St. Just. It happened to the best of men, for who could resist her? But she was his, and his alone, and he was going to prove that he in turn was hers as well.