There was a squareness about his chin and a hard look in his eyes.
And he knew that he must save Marcus, however disagreeable it might be for him personally.
*
The Hall was looking, Lord Kenyon thought, more impressive than usual.
He saw that the sun was shining and glistening on the windows and appeared to welcome him with a wide golden smile.
Often in India when he was sweltering in the almost unbearable heat of the plains or crawling through rocks and gullies on a cold night on the North-West Frontier, he would have a vision of The Hall.
He would see its green lawns, its white and purple lilac in blossom, and the lake, smooth and unruffled as a mirror.
Then he would know that he must survive so that he could return to England and enjoy again the beauty of it.
He had a house of h
