She had not dared to look for Lord Frome when she came into the reception room and only when she was seated at the table, the Prime Minister on one side of her and a General of the Gurkhas on the other, did she steal a glance at him.
She saw that he was being unexpectedly genial to a Nepalese lady on his right.
He was laughing at something she had said and it made him look very much more handsome and much younger.
‘What a pity he cannot always be like that,’ Chandra thought to herself and wondered a little apprehensively if he was very angry at the way she had raged at him in her bedroom.
She told herself that she had behaved badly and however rude Lord Frome might have been on the journey that was no excuse for her to be rude too.
After all, she was beholden to him for six hundred po
