CHAPTER SIXBeryl burst into the room where Torilla was writing a letter to her father.
“What do you think, Torilla?” she asked excitedly. “Gallen fought a duel this morning at dawn!”
As she spoke, she walked across the room to the mirror so she did not see Torilla spring up from the desk, her face deathly pale, her lips moving although no sound came from them.
“You must admit it is really romantic,” Beryl went on, regarding her reflection, “because of course, he fought over me!”
“He is – not hurt?”
Torilla managed to say the words but they were hardly audible.
“Charles tells me that Gallen received a slight scratch, but his opponent is at death’s door.”
“Who – was it?”
Torilla could not help the question even though she knew the answer.
“A man called Sir Jocelyn Threnton,” Beryl r
