CHAPTER FIVEHe wrenched open the French doors with his eyes ablaze.
The moment he saw Andrea there in her plain dress and bonnet, the blaze went out.
“I thought – for just a moment against the fading light – that you were someone else,” he muttered.
“I am sorry, my Lord, to have deceived you,” said Andrea with miserable conviction.
For she had deceived him in a manner that he did not even guess at.
Lord Mannerly gave a sigh.
“I don’t know why I made the mistake. She wore no bonnet over her hair – ”
His voice trailed away.
“I must go on,” Andrea said, “before it grows too dark.”
Lord Mannerly regarded her for a moment with an air of abstraction. She thought that he would retreat the way he had come but, to her surprise, he suddenly stepped out onto the terrace, closing the French
