Instead he suggested,
“Go to bed, Nelda, and sleep as well as you did last night. We don’t arrive in New York until noon.”
She hesitated and enthused,
“It’s so fantastic being with you! I am half-afraid if I go to bed I shall find in the morning that it has all been a dream and you are not – here.”
“I promise you I will be here,” Lord Harleston answered positively.
He spoke softly and insistently and, as Nelda glanced at him, he thought, if he managed to hold her eyes for a moment, there would be some response to the yearning in his own.
But she rose to her feet saying,
“Goodnight and thank you, my Lord. Thank you for being so kind to me.”
She put out her hand towards him.
Then, as he rose to his feet to take it in his own, the train gave a sudden jerk, she stumbled and he put out
