CHAPTER TWOAs Rex Daviot stared at Quenella in amazement, she inclined her head and turned aside without a word to move to the fireplace.
It meant that she turned her back on him and he saw that, above the full flowing skirt of her evening gown, she had a tiny waist and an air of elegance that was unexpected in anyone so young.
During dinner, as she sat opposite him at the table, he was able to examine her more closely without seeming to do so.
He supposed that it was due to her Russian blood that her eyes were dark and enigmatic.
They slanted slightly at the corners and gave her a Sphinx-like expression that was very alluring, except that her whole attitude was one of reserve and what he was sure she meant to be indifference.
He could understand what Sir Terence had meant when he sai
