“And you think a wife would upset all that?” Romara enquired.
There was a silence and then Lord Ravenscar said in a different tone of voice,
“Even having seen Caryl, I did not expect you to be so lovely – or perhaps ‘beautiful’ is the right word!”
He saw the colour rise in Romara’s cheeks and he liked the way her eyes were suddenly shy and unable to meet his.
He was used to women who accepted compliments as their right. He was used too to the bold inviting glances of those who were only too anxious not only to captivate but also to capture him.
“The – bruises are – gone,” Romara said in a low voice, “but I am – afraid there is still a – scar on my cheek.”
“I can hardly see it,” Lord Ravenscar said truthfully.
“That is entirely due to Mrs. Fellows,” Romara told him. “Do you know, she
