“I do not think they will – tell you the – truth.”
not“Then will you not tell me yourself what I should know?”
He was now aware that something was very wrong and he leant across the table, saying in a voice that every woman he had ever met found irresistibly beguiling,
“Please trust me, Forella. I swear that anything you tell me will be in confidence and I will do nothing to hurt you or to make things more difficult than they apparently are already.”
Slowly, it seemed to him, she turned her head and raised her long eyelashes.
He was aware that she was looking deep beneath the surface as if she searched for some reassurance that she could trust him.
It was, the Prince thought, the first time in his life that any woman had looked at him in such a manner or was obviously debating within
