He had an uncomfortable feeling that her husband might just appear at any moment and cause a scene.
“Except for my dinner party, at which there were eleven other people,” Isabel Brompton replied, “but there was no one I wanted to dance with as much as I want to ‒ dance with you.”
There was a slight hesitation before she said the word ‘dance’.
Talbot knew exactly what she was asking for.
It occurred to him that there might be no one in Scotland who would attract him in the same way that Isabel did.
He felt that he would be a fool if he refused what the Gods were offering him on his last two nights in London.
‘I want to talk to you, Isabel,’ he ventured.
He drew her from the dance floor.
They moved through two or three attractively furnished rooms and at last they found one at the en
