It was by the grace of God that he had remembered somewhat belatedly that he wanted to send her flowers and that he had decided to leave them himself at The Langham, rather than have them sent round in the usual manner from the shop.
He could visualise her dismay and terror at what was happening to her, and it was with difficulty he did not order his coachman to go even faster than he was already.
He wished that he was driving himself and yet it would only delay them if he climbed up onto the box.
Every minute counted.
As they drove on he remembered the name of the Conté’s yacht and thought that at least was a blessing.
When he had been dancing with the Contessa for the first and only time, he had said to her as they moved over the polished floor,
“You dance like a siren moving over
