CHAPTER FOURClarinda reached the sanctuary of her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
She stood for a moment with her hands to her flushed face, conscious that her heart was beating violently in her breast and she was angry with a fury that she had never experienced before.
“How dare he! How dare he!” she cried aloud and, stamping her foot as she had stamped it at Lord Melburne, she ran across the room to fling herself down onto her bed and bury her face in the pillow.
She had known, she now told herself, when Sir Roderick had first made her write and ask Lord Melburne to come to The Priory, that this was bound to happen.
It was exactly how she had anticipated that he would behave and yet the realisation was so different from her imaginings.
She had no idea that a man’s lips coul
