The scar on her mouth was nearly healed and her lips were no longer swollen. But she had kept her head bent and Lord Ravenscar knew that he had in fact no idea what she really looked like.
He could only hope that by some good fortune she would be as pretty as her sister must have been before she had been changed to a nervous wreck by the cruel and despicable behaviour of Sir Harvey Wychbold.
There was only one small atom of consolation, Lord Ravenscar thought, as he reached the end of the passage and heard the noise and laughter of the Viscount’s guests – Romara had an attractive voice.
He had always disliked women with harsh, hard or high voices and Romara spoke in a voice that had something musical about it. There was no doubt that she addressed her sister with love and sympathy when
