She looked up at him and saw the question in his eyes – the question she had half expected and which now he had asked it gave her a little sense of dismay.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said quickly.
“I think you do,” he answered. “We will talk about it later. Can I come to your room?”
“No! No! Of course not!” Aria said decisively.
She walked away from him and, going to the cocktail table poured out a cocktail, which she took across to the Ambassadress. It was only an excuse, for the Ambassadress indicated that she already had one at her side and Aria was forced to carry the glass back to the table.
At the same time the action had served her need to free herself from Lord Buckleigh, to let the colour subside from her face.
So that was what his love-making had been leading up to,
