Not once but a dozen times he had been surprised as they walked round The Abbey. She had discussed subjects with him that he could not expect anyone so young to know anything about.
He stood there staring down at Zelda.
Again he felt that he had somehow seen her before.
Then she made a little movement in her sleep and he became aware of the position he was now in.
Hastily he walked back to the communicating door and only when he reached it did he turn and look back.
Zelda was still asleep.
But now her hand was thrown out at one side and it was exactly the age-old gesture innumerable painters had striven to depict on canvas.
For a long time the Duke stared at her across the room.
Then he went out silently, putting the newspaper, as he had intended to do, on the table in the boudoir.
