Chapter TwoFor a moment the words on the blue writing paper seemed to dance in front of Warren’s eyes.
Then he read,
“Dearest, most beloved Warren,
How could you have gone away so cruelly without telling me where you were going? I could not believe it when I learnt that you had left England.
I knew then how foolish I was and that I had been swept away by a sort of madness that I cannot explain, but which I think made me temporarily insane!
Now I have had time to think it over, I know there is only one man in my life and that is you!
I love you, and I can only beg you on my knees if necessary, to forgive me.
I cannot believe that I have really lost something so precious, so marvellous, as your love. My only excuse for not appreciating it was that I had never known anybody like you be
