Chapter SixZena walked slowly down the stairs to the library.
They had now been four days at Ettengen and she felt as if four centuries had passed and that every day her yearning for the Comte grew more intense, more agonising.
She thought that perhaps at first she had been almost numbed by the shock of the duel, of leaving Paris in such a hurry and being plunged into the intolerable boredom of the companionship of the Baron and the Countess.
Every night, as she cried herself to sleep, she thought she had lost the sunshine from her life and she would never again know anything but darkness and misery.
Last night she had felt it was too heart-rending to bear any longer and, after they had all retired to bed, she had gone to Kendric’s room to tell him she must run away.
“It is no use, Ke
