Alec put out his hand and took hers.
“Good night,” he said. “And do try to sleep. I beg of you not to worry.”
There was so much kindness and understanding in his voice that Vivian had an insane desire to tell him that in spite of all he said and all the sense in his observations she had had a sudden premonition of danger.
It was unlike her to be fearful and yet the thought of her father battling against the bitter wind among the uncharted mountains filled her with dismay.
Then unexpectedly Alec bent and kissed her hand. She pulled it away from him. But the words she wanted to say died in her throat and she merely turned away and ran upstairs.
For a long time she walked up and down her room and, when finally she undressed and then climbed into bed, she could not sleep. There seemed to
