"Yes, they are both here."
"If I could see Pierre first, it would be better."
Gabrielle nodded brightly.
"Stay here," she commanded, "and I will bring both him and Michael. Then we can arrange."
"Michael Berrington? What is he doing here?"
She frowned and blushed at the same time.
"I told you—he accompanied Jéhan and me."
Their eyes met, and it was Morice's turn to smile. It appeared that little Cécile had taught him how to be observant, amongst other things.
"So, so, my Gay. Is that the reason you flout my lord?"
The lashes drooped over tell-tale eyes, but rosy lips were scornful.