With a sudden show of strength that he had not expected, she forced herself free of his arms.
“Please – leave me – alone,” she stammered.
Wilfrid Blunt was unabashed.
“Why should I?” he asked. “You are very lovely, Sita, like your name. To me you are the Goddess I wish to write poems to and kneel in worship at your feet.”
“You should not be – talking – like this!”
She looked as she spoke towards the lit room behind them and Wilfrid Blunt said,
“If you are worrying about my wife, forget it! She is very understanding and, if it is a scene you are afraid of, I promise you there will not be one.”
Sita drew in her breath.
“What you have just said – Mr. Blunt – only confirms my conviction that you are behaving in a very – reprehensible manner. If your wife does not object to your – makin
