The door of the study behind her opened, but she did not turn her head and only said,
“Go away, Nanny! I don’t deserve a good luncheon! I have simply not earned it!”
“I am sorry to hear that!” a voice replied.
But it was not Nanny who spoke.
For a moment Pandia thought that she must be dreaming.
Then she jumped to her feet.
Standing in the doorway was Lord Silvester and she thought that in the small room he seemed larger, more impressive and more magnetic than he had ever been before.
For a moment she could only stare at him.
Then, because there was a light in his eyes as if he was very pleased about something, she managed in a voice that did not sound like her own to ask,
“Why – are you – here?”
“I have found you!” he said. “Even though I was told that this was where you lived,
