CHAPTER THREELord Melburne awoke with a feeling of pleasurable anticipation that he had not felt since he was a boy.
For a moment he wondered where he was and then, seeing the carved posts of his huge bed silhouetted against the faint light peeping in through the sides of the curtains, he realised that he was still at Melburne.
He was conscious at the same time of a feeling of wellbeing and recognised that it was quite a long time since he had woken with such a clear head.
He had gone to bed early and, although he had expected to lie awake, he had slept almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.
His second day at home, although he had not expected it, had been extremely busy.
The wind coming through the open casement window blew the curtains apart and for a brief second a golden s
