Then, as if something unaccountable to which she could not put a name made her feel shy, she moved quickly back towards her own room.
“Goodnight, my Lord,” she said, “and I am sorry – very very sorry I behaved so – badly.”
She thought as she shut the door on the last words that she sounded rather childish.
Then she told herself that however angry he might have been she was sure that now Lord Frome had forgiven her and was thinking not of her bad behaviour but of her father.
“And so he should be!” she tried to say defiantly as she undressed.
But somehow the fire had gone from her feelings towards Lord Frome.
Instead, as she climbed into bed, she found herself wondering who had broken his heart and why, with all the opportunities that must be open to him, he had not found someone beaut
