Chapter threeSome ten days before Alecia’s arrival in Cambrai, Lord Kiniston was sitting writing at a desk in an attractive small salon that overlooked the garden when the door opened.
He glanced up and then gave an exclamation of delight as he said,
“You are back, Willy! Thank God for that!”
Major William Lygon came into the salon, closing the door behind him.
He was a tall good-looking man with a somewhat raffish air and twinkling eyes that endeared him to everybody he met.
“Yes, I am back, Drogo,” he said. “Has anything exciting happened while I have been away?”
“Nothing,” Lord Kiniston replied, moving from behind the desk to stand in front of the marble fireplace while Major Lygon lowered himself into a comfortable armchair.
“I can hardly believe that,” he said as he did so, “bu
