“I – hope so,” Zelina said in a small voice. “That is why I was – trying to find some – books about it.”
She looked towards the open bookcase as if to explain to Lord Charnock why she was in the Writing Room in the first place.
“I cannot imagine that there is anything of any great interest here,” he said scornfully, “but, as I have some books in my cabin, I will tell my valet to bring them to you and I am sure that you will find them informative if somewhat difficult to read.”
Zelina smiled and it swept away some of the fear in her face and Lord Charnock realised that she was not trembling as violently as she had been when she had first sat down.
“Nothing is too hard for me to read,” she said, “and thank you very much indeed for saying you will lend me your books. If you have one on Po
