Chapter SixDorinda wandered through the cool dimness of the big sitting room to stand gazing into the garden.
Fluttering over the orchids was a profusion of butterflies, each one more brilliant and colourful than the next, crimson, orange, yellow, vermilion, and turquoise. They had a grace that seemed somehow even more poignant than the flowers they hovered over.
She had grown used to many things since she had been in Singapore, but the beauty of the butterflies never ceased to thrill her.
Dorinda stood seeing the sunshine, warm and golden, covering everything with a shimmering haze and felt with a little throb in her heart that all too soon she would be back in the rain, sleet and cold of England.
Then her eczema would return and once again she would become a ghost-like creature movin
