She would never permit him to concentrate on his book to the extent that it might affect his health, which was something he had done in the past, working flat out all day with nothing to eat or drink.
It was simply because he was so engrossed with his writing that he felt he could not bear to break the spell it cast over him.
Now that he was getting on for sixty his wife was insistent that he should take better care of himself.
Because he loved her so much, he did whatever she asked of him.
‘It is five minutes to one,’ thought Lanthia. ‘He will not be annoyed if I disturb him now.’
She ran along the passage.
Sir Philip’s study was next to the library so that he did not have far to go when he needed a book to help with his research.
Very softly Lanthia opened the door.
Then she saw
