“I am going to fetch something that I would like to read to you and perhaps it will make you understand what I am trying to say.”
She did not wait for him to agree, but ran from the room along the corridor and back to her own bedroom.
She had brought with her, because she had thought it would support her and give her courage, two of her father’s books.
She always kept them by her bedside and usually read little bits of them at night after she had said her prayers. She picked up one now and went back to the Duke’s bedroom closing the outside door and then the bedroom one behind her.
He did not speak and she sat down again beside him. She had the feeling that he had been waiting for her and was at least a little interested in what she had to say.
Because she was at the moment breathless
