There was a small garden in a crescent of tall houses and Alexis drew the carriage up in the shadow of a tree.
Angelina sat back, Twi-Twi still in her arms, feeling that she was unable to say anything more and unable for the moment even to think.
She had saved the Prince, that was all that mattered, but the agony she had suffered thinking that she might not be in time to save him had left her so weak that she felt almost as if she would faint.
As if he understood what she was feeling, he took Twi-Twi from her and put him down on the opposite seat.
Then he held her hand in both of his and said quietly,
“Thank you, my darling. How could I have imagined, how could I have dreamt that such dramatic things could happen here in the safety of England?”
Angelina felt herself quiver at the tou
