He did not answer and so she asked after a moment,
“You said you had – something that would – convince them. What is – it?”
“It is that Lucille’s sister should be the Vicereine of India!”
What he had said did not seem to make sense and Delia turned her face towards him, saying,
“I-I don’t – understand.”
“It’s quite simple,” he said. “I am asking you, my darling, to marry me!”
Delia thought that she must be dreaming.
Then, as she saw the expression in his eyes, she felt his arms go round her.
Her heart turned over in her breast. It began to beat in a strange tumultuous manner that made it impossible to breathe.
Slowly, almost as if he was savouring the moment, Lord Kenyon drew her closer to him.
Then his lips were on hers.
As she felt the pressure of them against the softness of
