I’m not certain! I haven’t made up my mind,’ Violet said quickly, alarmed now by the anger on Eric’s quiet face and the way his hands were clenched. ‘Go back to Nice, Eric, please go. I will write to you at Medway Park and later I may come and see you there.’
‘Is that a promise?’ Eric enquired, only half appeased.
‘Yes, a promise,’ Violet said. ‘Good bye, Eric.’
She raised her face to his and he kissed her on the cheek.
She went with him to the front door of the Villa and watched him walk down the steps which led to the road. A carriage was waiting for him, and as it drove off he raised his hat and waved to her. She waved back.
When he had gone, she went up to her bedroom to repair her face, but having reached the dressing table, she sat for a long time doing nothing, just staring at
