CHAPTER TWELVEGisela’s mind fought its way slowly and painfully back to consciousness. She had a feeling of overwhelming disaster, of fear, of a desire to escape.
Then she was aware of the rumble of wheels, of something warm and soft over her legs, of something else soft yet sustaining behind her shoulders.
She opened her eyes. She was in a carriage, being carried along.
Beside her, looking down at her, was Lord Quenby!
For a moment his face swam dizzily before her.
And then, with an almost superhuman effort, she forced herself to focus so that she saw him clearly.
“You are all right,” he said quietly, but his voice had the effect of plunging her into a further panic of terror and indecision.
“I must go – I must – ” she tried to stammer, the words coming faintly between her lips as
