Chapter SixTempera stood in her bedroom but found it impossible to think.
She felt as if someone had hit her on the head with a hammer and her brain had ceased to function.
Then slowly, as if she moved in a dream, she took the three pictures from under her arm and set them on her dressing table.
Even the colours and beauty of the ‘Madonna in the Church’ meant nothing and all she could see was the expression on the Duke’s face as he saw her standing on the stairs which led to the Tower.
She knew only too well what he had thought and the horror of it was inescapable.
‘How could he think I am capable of such behaviour?’ she asked herself.
But she knew there could be no reasonable explanation of her going to Lord Eustace’s room, whether he was there or not.
It was unthinkable for a serv
