Chapter 23
There followed a brief period of time, the most wonderful of his
life, the happiest of hers. They took advantage of Sir Timothy’s
absolute license, and spent long days at The Sanctuary, ideal
lovers’ days, with their punt moored at night amongst the lilies,
where her kisses seemed to come to him with an aroma and wonder
born of the spot. Then there came a morning when he found a cloud
on her face. She was looking at the great wall, and away at the
minaret beyond. They had heard from the butler that Sir Timothy had
spent the night at the villa, and that preparations were on hand
for another of his wonderful parties. Francis, who was swift to
read her thoughts, led her away into the rose garden where once she
had failed him.
“You have been looking over the wall, Marga
