He rose slowly as the younger man said,
“I suggest you come back to the drawing room, Sir Terence. We have many things to decide and we need your help and advice.”
Sir Terence held out his hand.
“Thank you, Rex, and, although you may not believe me at this moment, my Irish clairvoyance tells me that you will never regret this day.”
“I hope not. I shall do my best to make Quenella happy.”
He could not help a faint note of sarcasm in his voice and by the quick glance Sir Terence gave him he was aware that the older man understood what he was feeling.
They walked in silence up the stairs to the drawing room.
Sir Terence put his arm round his niece’s shoulder and kissed her.
Rex Daviot noted that she did not respond towards him, only accepted the gesture in a manner that told him that
