“I like practical things,” she had said once, “and if you want the truth, Sacha, I am not in the least interested in my soul or what happens to me is the next world. I want to enjoy this one, to be acclaimed as a beauty and to marry the most important man in England.”
Deirdre, she thought, had certainly succeeded in all her ambitions and yet something within herself that she could not ignore told Sacha that Deirdre was missing something exquisitely ecstatic that was far more important than anything else.
She knew that she had touched the fringe of it herself when she looked at a lovely view, when she heard music and also when she prayed.
She had the feeling, although she was not quite sure, that it was a state that could be summed up in one word, which was love.
“I be ever so glad you’
