Free Lucky Logan Finds Love by Barbara Cartland

quite certain, my dear, that your character will be just as beautiful as your voice.”
    Belinda opened the book.
    She was thanking God in her heart that everything so far had gone so well.
    ‘I am here,’ she thought, ‘and I know Mama would have liked Lady Logan and is pleased that I am in this beautiful house.’
    She turned over the pages of the book.
    She was trying hard not to think of her stepfather going back to
Madame
Yvonne and her exotic pink bedroom.

Chapter Five
    The house was entrancing everywhere she looked.
    Belinda kept wishing that her father could see it and tell her about the pictures, the furniture and the carpets.
    In fact everything.
    She was shown into a bedroom that was very attractive.
    It was not large, but to her delight it overlooked the garden.
    It made her feel somehow that she had not left everything behind her in the country and the flowers, the birds and the bees were all there with her.
    They had luncheon in the beautiful dining room that had been designed by Nash and Lady Logan talked of the development of Regent’s Park, and, of course, her house.
    “I like living in the country best,” she said, “and my son has bought a large estate in Oxfordshire. The house is lovely, as I know you will think when you see it.”
    It flashed through Belinda’s mind that that was something she would never do if she found out quickly all that her stepfather wanted to know.
    “I really had no wish to come to London,” Lady Logan went on, “but it was necessary for me to have special treatment on one of my legs. Also it means I am here when my son arrives home from his travels.”
    “But this is not unlike being in the country, my Lady” Belinda remarked.
    “That was what my son thought. He said, ‘Mama, if I cannot give you the broad acres, at least you shall have the flowers’.”
    Lady Logan gave a sigh.
    “He is such a wonderful son. I am so very very lucky to have him.”
    “I hear he is very clever,” Belinda hazarded.
    “So everybody says. He is like his father. I try to understand what he tells me about the places he has been and that is where you will have to help me.”
    “I suppose, as you have a book from Persia,” Belinda enquired, “that he has been there.”
    “Yes, that was his last trip and he brought me back some beautiful Persian carpets which are really too good to put on the floor!”
    She paused before she added with a smile,
    “He bought me a book that describes why the Persian carpets became so famous and that is something else I want you to read to me.”
    “I shall enjoy that, my Lady,” Belinda answered.
    “I find it very strange,” Lady Logan said, “that though so young, you should be good at so many languages. You say your father taught you, but even so, I was afraid that I was going to have an old Professor who had retired from University or, even worse, somebody whose real job was in the British Museum.”
    Belinda laughed.
    “I am glad I am neither of those persons, but it will be exciting for me to translate the books your son has brought you from so many different places in the world.”
    There was silence as they went on eating.
    Then Lady Logan said,
    “Marcus, as you say, is very clever. Everybody talks about him as being ‘Lucky Logan’, but I cannot help wishing he would marry and settle down and have a family.”
    “I suppose that is what we all want,” Belinda remarked.
    “That is true,” Lady Logan agreed. “I want to have grandchildren, but so far Marcus never seems to lose his heart.”
    Belinda had read about men who worked in the City who were despised by the aristocracy as being ‘in trade’.
    It was obvious that Marcus Logan was a gentleman and yet she wondered if her father would have approved of him.
    Lady Logan was still talking about her son and his travels.
    “I suppose no one else has seen so many strange places,” she said, “but even as a small boy he was adventurous. Once he ran away from home for two days