Chapter 9They drove back to Berkeley Square in silence, Nerina well aware that Sir Rupert was extremely angry although he held himself in an iron control.
When the carriage drew up in front of his house, he handed Nerina from it and bowing to her said in a cold voice,
“I will bid you good night.”
She looked up at him. Her hair shone in the light of the gas lamp and her lips were smiling although her voice was almost as cold as his.
“I would speak with you first,” she said.
“At this moment?” he enquired, his eyebrows raised a trifle. “Surely what you have to say can wait?”
“I am afraid not,” Nerina replied, “but I will not keep you more than a few minutes.”
He surrendered to her insistence with a bad grace, his expression frigid with suppressed fury as he followed her into the house
