CHAPTER FOURIt seemed to Sir John a very long silence before she began to speak slowly and in a very soft voice,
“I had no idea who my father was,” she said, “until I was seventeen. Then my father thought, on my birthday, that it was time that I learnt the truth. Actually I think that he imagined I might at any moment leave the Convent.”
Sir John settled himself more comfortably on the seat.
He thought the way Melita was speaking was very attractive.
The more he gazed at her the more he realised that she was indeed exceedingly beautiful.
“What the Mother Superior told me,” Melita went on, “and what was later confirmed by my father, was that when he and my mother were together and he had fallen very much in love with her and she was very attracted to him, there was an uprising amongs
