There were flowers at the water’s edge and the birds with their brilliant plumage as they came down to drink were part of the colour that seemed in the sunshine almost dazzling.
Lord Yelverton felt that Tula was so much a part of the beauty of the place that it formed a natural background for her and he found himself looking at her and watching her thinking every moment they were together how different she was from any other woman he had ever known.
He had never particularly admired fair women, feeling that they were somehow insipid and most of the women who had aroused his passion over the years had been dark. Elegant and sophisticated and polished until they shone with the glitter and perhaps the hardness of a diamond, they were, he had always told himself, exactly what he admired.
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