“Feelin’ better now, are you, miss?” he asked. “I’ve brought your coffee as ’is Nibs said, but if you asks me, a drop of fizzy’d make you feel real better.”
He opened the drawing room door as he spoke. As Belinda entered, she saw her stepfather move quickly away from Madame Yvonne.
They were standing in front of the fireplace.
She realised that he must have been kissing her and felt for a moment a sense of disgust.
How dare her stepfather kiss a woman like this actress when he was still in mourning for her mother!
Then she remembered how he had told her that he had tried in every way he possibly could to forget her mother, but had failed.
She supposed, therefore, that Madame Yvonne was one of the failures.
Yet it did not appear so at the moment.
It was, however, with a great effort
