Chapter SixLord Harleston opened his eyes and realised that the light in the room came not from the oil lamp, which had gone out, but because the shutters over the window fitted badly.
The yellow lines of sunlight that percolated into the room induced a golden glow and he turned his head to look at Nelda with her head on the pillow beside him.
She looked very lovely, very young and very innocent and, he thought with a twist of his lips, that with his reputation no one, least of all Robert, would believe that he had spent the night beside a beautiful woman without touching her.
He found himself wondering what Nelda would do if he kissed her and decided that she would not be as much shocked as astonished.
He had not missed the fact that she treated him as somebody authoritative and elder
