‘Perhaps he will send me home immediately we arrive,’ she thought apprehensively.
But she knew because she was using her intuition that the conversations when they seemed to duel with each other had, if nothing else, roused him from the dull despair that he was feeling when they had started out on the journey.
Now already he spoke more quietly and she could feel that he responded to her even when she made him angry.
‘All the same, I must be careful,’ she told herself. ‘I could not bear to be sent back to England doubtless without a reference.’
As she went to bed that night, she found herself thinking over the conversations that she had had with Mr. Dunblane during the last two days and hoping that when they reached Florence there would not be dozens of other people to talk to him.
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