The Padova Pearls

Turning back to Sophia, he added, ‘I would be prepared to pay whatever salary you ask, and meet all your travelling expenses. You would, of course, stay at Ca’ Fortuna.

‘Have you ever been to Venice?’

She shook her head. ‘Though my mother was born at Mestre, I’ve never visited the area at all.’

‘In that case, this would be an excellent opportunity to combine business with pleasure.’

Then, addressing David, ‘As far as you’re concerned, Mr Renton, I’m willing to compensate you for losing Miss Jordan’s services by giving you first choice of the paintings at ten per cent less than their agreed market value.’

‘That’s very generous,’ David said slowly, ‘and for my part I have no objection to the plan, but of course it’s up to Sophia.’

‘Perhaps you would like a few minutes of privacy to discuss it?’ Stephen suggested.

‘An excellent idea,’ David said briskly. ‘If you and the Marquise would be kind enough to wait here? May I offer you more sherry?’

Having refilled their glasses, he led Sophia through to his office.

As they left the room she heard the Marquise—who since her previous outburst had been sitting still and silent—break into a flood of Italian.

‘You must be stark staring mad to consider bringing her to the Palazzo. What good can it possibly do? And it will be playing clean into the girl’s hands if she has any…’

The door closing behind them cut off the rest.

CHAPTER THREE

DAVID’S office, with its large imposing desk and state-of-the-art technology, was as businesslike as his sitting-room was sumptuous.

Waving Sophia to a black leather chair, he said, ‘Sit down, my dear.’

She obeyed, the hostile words she had just overheard still echoing in her ears. You must be stark raving mad to consider bringing her to the Palazzo…

The Marquise had said bringing rather than taking, which strongly suggested that the Palazzo del Fortuna was her home too. And what had she meant by, it will be playing clean into the girl’s hands?

Watching Sophia’s abstracted face, David perched on the edge of his desk. After a moment or two, he said, ‘Far be it for me to pry, but how long have you known Mr Haviland?’

She blinked before answering, ‘We met last night.’ Leaving out any of the deeper aspects, she briefly explained the circumstances. ‘He told me he was flying home today, so I really hadn’t expected to see him again.’

David could sense her reaction from the tone of her voice. ‘But you were pleased to?’

‘Yes.’ Sophia nodded shyly.

‘And the Marquise?’

‘Today is the first time we’ve met.’

‘I won’t ask you if you liked her,’ David said dryly. ‘Reading between the lines, I imagine she made herself quite unpleasant.’

‘I’m afraid so,’ Sophia agreed.

‘So how do you feel about going to Venice?’

‘It’s something I’ve always dreamt of. Dad, who knew the city well, always said that one day we’d go. But somehow we never got there…’

‘Does that mean you’re considering accepting Haviland’s proposition?’

‘I’d very much like to…But I’m not sure.’

‘Because of the Marquise?’

‘Well, yes.’

‘Perhaps you wouldn’t need to come into contact with her,’ David said practically.

Sophia shook her head. ‘From the way she spoke about the Palazzo, I get the distinct impression that that’s where she lives.’

‘Even if she does, if you feel like taking the job, don’t let her put you off.’ David smiled, keen that Sophia make the choice that she wanted, without the influence of the Marquise.

‘She doesn’t want me there.’

‘Judging by what he’s prepared to offer, Haviland certainly does,’ David countered her argument. ‘And, if you don’t want to risk living under the same roof as the Marquise, you can always insist on staying at a hotel.’

When she said nothing, he asked shrewdly, ‘Something else bothering you?’

‘She’s very beautiful.’ Sophia made an effort not to sound wistful.

‘And married.’

‘Yes, I know, but…’

‘You still think that she and Haviland are rather more than just good friends?’

‘Don’t you?’ she countered.

‘It’s possible,’ David replied cautiously. ‘But, though they obviously know one another very well, from what I’ve seen of his attitude towards her, I tend to think not…’

David was a good judge of human nature, and his answer—combined with the thought that if Stephen and the Marquise were lovers, he would hardly have asked her out—made Sophia’s spirits rise.

‘In any case it’s really none of my business,’ David went on. ‘And it’s certainly not like you to worry about other people’s morals.’

Then, his glance sharpening, ‘Unless…Do I take it you’re seriously interested in him?’

‘Yes,’ she admitted.

‘If you don’t accept his offer, what are the chances of seeing him again?’

‘Nil, I imagine.’

‘You’ve been looking peaky lately. I think a complete break and some Italian sunshine is just what you need. You may come back feeling a new woman.’