Tula had looked at Lord Yelverton with wide eyes all the time he was speaking and now she reached forward to place her free hand on top of his, which still held her other hand in his grasp.
“You do mean it ‒ really and truly?” she asked.
“I believe it,” he said quietly. “I have fought against it, tried to laugh at myself, but now after being nearly drowned in the cascade you have convinced me.”
“I cannot believe you – and yet I want to.”
“I am only admitting that there is something very strange and abnormal and most definitely supernatural about what happened to me, but you and Diaz can take it from there and at least I consent to be your pupil.”
Tula’s eyes were searching his face as if she wanted to be sure, completely sure, that he was telling her the truth and not pandering to her
