Because she felt unwanted, Kezia walked towards the door.
As she reached it, she heard Madame de Salres saying, again in French,
“Please come out with me, my most adorable, irresistible Vere!”
The way she spoke made Kezia feel as if a thousand knives were being plunged into her breast.
When she reached the hall, she started to run and kept on running until she reached her bedroom.
She flung herself down on the bed and as she did so she asked what was wrong and why she should feel as she did.
Then she was afraid of knowing the answer.
*
“So that is that!” Perry remarked as the Marquis drove off down the drive.
His two outriders followed behind and Madame de Salres’s feathers were fluttering in her chic and extremely becoming bonnet.
“They – professed that they – enjoyed themselves
