The grace of her body and the beauty of her face had, he thought, something spiritual about them that he had never found in any other woman.
But, because she held him at bay, not by anything she said or did but simply because of some aura of purity that encircled her, he knew as he controlled his desire to make passionate love to her that he could not lose her.
‘Damn Ireland!’ he said in his heart. ‘I have found something far more important to me personally.’
Because he was thinking so deeply, they drove in silence until Una gave a little exclamation of delight and raised her head from his shoulder.
He saw then that she was looking at the Seine, silver beneath the starlight, with its bridges spanning it like jewelled bangles.
Una moved from the shelter of his arms to sit upright so th
