But even so it had the power to unnerve her.
Why, she asked herself must he say that of all things? Why was she dragged deeper into the mire than she was already?
What would Charles, who was already furiously angry that she had returned to Summerhill and had written her long and surprisingly eloquent letters asking her to return home and telling her how shocked and disgusted he was, feel about was being said in the Press.
“Poor Charles,” Aria whispered with a sigh.
This would be almost the last straw and she could not blame him for being angry at it.
At last she had enough control of herself to walk along the passage to Dart’s bedroom and knock on the adjoining door where the nurse who was in attendance waited when he was asleep.
Nurse Walters, an efficient, middle-aged woman, beckon
