CHAPTER FOURTEENOnce, soon after Arthur Garton had married Sylvia, Fleur had come home unexpectedly early from a dinner party and had found her stepmother in the drawing room with a young man.
As she had opened the door, there had been a scuffle and they had started apart from each other, obviously having been interrupted in the midst of a close and intimate embrace.
Fleur had found it difficult to forget the startled and guilty expression on their faces and the uneasy unnatural atmosphere of embarrassment and her own feeling of disgust.
That moment came back to her now as Sir Norman drew nearer and she felt ashamed.
She tried to assume an air of nonchalance to bolster herself up with an inner defiance, but she knew that she had fallen short of her own standards and so was humiliated.
