CHAPTER SEVENAs she walked slowly upstairs, Zelda wondered if now she had really burned her boats.
Perhaps she would receive an abrupt message in a few minutes ordering her to leave the house!
Because she was afraid that was going to happen, she deliberately went to the picture galleries as she wanted a last look at the Duke’s wonderful pictures.
There were so many she longed to see, but had not known where they were.
She paused for several minutes before one of the Michelangelos and again in front of a particularly beautiful Rubens.
Then she glanced out of the window and saw that the Duke was once again riding.
He was going, she thought, over the fields as if he intended to travel some distance.
She went back downstairs.
When she entered the hall, Harber said,
“I were just coming
