CHAPTER THREEVivian was going home by the Blue Train.
Only a week ago she had journeyed in it Southwards, travelling joyfully towards her destination, knowing that every mile and every minute brought her nearer to the man she loved.
Was she the same person, she now asked herself, who had found it impossible to sleep because tomorrow had held such happiness that she could not bear to relinquish her thoughts of it?
Was she really the same person to welcome the first sight of the blue sea and warm sun, not because they were just so beautiful but because they meant that in another hour she would be in Jimmy’s arms?
She had not told her aunt why she now wished to leave in such a hurry, but having seen her niece off at Nice Station, Lady Dalton had driven back to the Villa.
On the Upper Cor
