Chapter sevenThe Duke woke with a feeling of extreme happiness.
He lay for some moments with his eyes closed and then was aware when he opened them that it was very early in the morning and the sun was only just beginning to peep through the sides of the curtains.
He turned on his side to look at Janeta and thought that, with her strangely coloured hair spread over the pillow and her eyelashes dark against her cheeks, she looked very lovely, young and vulnerable.
‘I will look after and protect her for the rest of my life,’ he mused.
Then like a dark cloud spreading across the sun, he remembered Olive.
Very quietly he slipped out of bed and left the room without waking his wife.
He knew that he wanted to be alone to think and to plan, if it was possible, what he could do for their saf
