She had not analysed that sudden tingling within herself, that sense of exhilaration which was beyond explanation.
Now she saw it all. He had drawn and held her while she, poor fool, had all the time thought she was fighting him. He had conquered her from the very beginning while she imagined that she was the triumphant conqueror. How blind she had been, how stupid!
And now humbly she could cry at her very foolishness. She had wasted so much time, throwing away precious moments and hours that might have been golden with happiness.
Nerina hid her face in her hands.
She felt herself quiver at the very intensity of her feelings. She knew at this moment that she wanted above all things to cross the room, to kneel beside Sir Rupert’s bed and press her lips against his hand.
It would, she k
