“Talk to me.”
He was lying back lazily in the big armchair, his long legs stretched out towards the fire.
“You talk to me,” he countered. “Tell me what you have been thinking. I have been watching you and you have been looking very serious, almost austere. What is worrying you, Fenella?”
“Nothing,” Fenella answered in a sudden panic. “Nothing I can tell you, at any rate.”
Rex dropped his voice.
“Is there anything that we cannot tell each other?”
Fenella twisted her handkerchief in her fingers.
“I suppose the answer ought to be ‘no’,” she said, “but it isn’t. There are still some things I cannot share – not yet.”
“Bless you for the last two words,” he said gently. “I understand, but always remember, my darling, that I am here whenever you want me.”
He spoke the last words in such a
