He tried to force himself not to think about it and yet in some manner that he could not control, as Fenella looked at him with what he knew all too well was an unmistakable expression of love, he found himself thinking of Aldora.
He saw now to his discomfort that she was one of the party in the same coach as himself.
It was some consolation that she sat as far away from him as it was possible to be and made no attempt to speak to him.
At the same time he found it difficult not to be aware that she was present and knew that if he met her eyes they would be hating him in the same way as they had last night.
It was only when this morning she was talking about horses that she had spoken to him naturally, but coldly and impersonally as if he was a complete stranger.
‘She is spoiling the w
